XXVI. DOROTHY'S SUCCESS

XXVII. ONE KIND OF CAMP

XXVIII. GOOD NEWS

XXIX. THE ROUND-UP--CONCLUSION




CHAPTER I

OUT OF A HAYRICK


"Oh, my!" exclaimed one girl.

"Oh, mine!" amended another.

"Oh, ours!" called out a third.

Then there was one awful bump, and the chorus was understood.

The old-style hay wagon, which was like a big crib, wobbled from side
to side. The young ladies followed its questionable example, and some
of them "sort of" lapped-over on the others.

"Dorothy Dale!" gasped one particularly sensitive member of the party,
"we thought when you vouched for this affair that it would turn out