"This isn't half as pretty as Long Lake," said Bessie. "Oh, Dolly, look!
What's that?"

Dolly laughed in a peculiar fashion. For they had come in sight of a
sheet of water, and, in plain view, not far from them, by the shore of
the lake, they saw a place that could not be mistaken. It proclaimed its
nature at once--a regular summer hotel, with wide piazzas, full of
people. And on the water there were a score of boats and canoes, and one
or two launches.

"This isn't Little Bear Lake!" said Bessie.

"Of course it isn't, silly; it's Loon Pond. I changed the signs while
you rested, because I meant to come here, and I knew you wouldn't, if
you knew what you were doing!"




CHAPTER V

THE GYPSY CAMP


Bessie grew red with indignation for a moment, but before she spoke she
was calm again.

"Don't you think that's a pretty mean trick, Dolly?" she said, gently.
"It seems to me it's a good deal like lying."