"Spanked," finished the girl, with a smile. "Well, with all her faults
we love her still," and she tightened her hands on the horse reins.
"Let us hope she will be more fortunate than we anticipate."

"Isn't this lovely!" exclaimed Dorothy, as they started over the hill
in the depot wagon. "These are real Maine woods, aren't they?"

"Not the big-game kind. Those are farther out. But wait until you see
our camp. Then you may say lovely!"

"And your camping suit," went on Dorothy. "Surely I may say lovely to
that. It is perfectly splendid, and your cap is so becoming!"

"Think so? Yes, I like the cap, and it's handy. I've got one for you
and one for Tavia--if she ever gets here to claim it," and Cologne
handed the cap to Dorothy for close inspection. It was a jaunty blue
affair with the letters "C.C." in gilt. These, Cologne explained,
might stand for anything, but they mostly stood for Camp Cologne, or
Camp Cozy, or Camp Clamor, although some of the members wanted it Camp
Capital, Cologne said.

"We will end up by making it 'See See,'" declared Dorothy, "for it
does seem one or other of us is constantly calling upon some one else
to see something--there is lots to see."

A party of other campers came trooping along the shady roadway.
Cologne knew them, and hailed them pleasantly.

"They are our neighbors," she said, "and they have the nicest
brothers! I just want you to meet Teddy--he is too funny!"