Dorothy Dale's Camping Days by Margaret Penrose
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vacations together. You know I am going to camp with Cologne, and she
has included you in the invitation." "As Dorothy's paper-weight--no, it can't be that--I could never keep anything down--it must have been Dorothy's watch-charm," interrupted Tavia, with a slight show of sarcasm. "Rose-Mary was particularly anxious that you should come, Tavia," declared Dorothy, with emphasis, "and she has the reputation of never giving an insincere invitation. She likes you, and wants to enjoy you, as well as to have you enjoy yourself." "Three cheers for the enjoys," retorted Tavia, "and may their shadow never grow less. But say, Dorothy, how did you get out of the scrape? I was a traitor to run, but somehow I couldn't stand for Higley's look. When she puts her alleged features at half mast, and sounds taps, I have to quit." "But we had to stand. I can't see any good reason for telling you about it--making a report to the deserter." "Now, Doro," and Tavia fairly melted into sweetness, "I simply cannot slumber until I have heard. Did Nita peach?" "There was nothing to hide in our part of the--comedy," declared Dorothy. "Of course, we skipped the man part, and left out the hay cart dump, besides omitting the sheep act, and forgetting the farmer's whip----" "Hip! Hip!" threatened Tavia. "Couldn't have done better myself. And |
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