away in evident distress.

The next morning the three girls started to camp in earnest. Tavia
insisted that it was her share of work to fetch one pail of water from
the spring, because, she said, she had to stoop down so low, and walk
so far the effort was equal to Dorothy's dish-washing or Cologne's
muffin-making.

"While you do the rest," she said, "I'll just run up, and look over
the loft, the boys are out now, and Dorothy won't be afraid I'll
forget my manners."

"You come here directly, and set this table for lunch," ordered
Dorothy. "We are going out for trout, and will not be in until eating
time, so we will get everything ready now."

"All right," answered Tavia, at the same time climbing up the ladder,
and making her way to the loft.

"Oh, let her explore," said Cologne. "Then when she gets enough of it
she will be satisfied."

"Don't touch any of the old guns up there," called Dorothy, "Jack says
there are dangerous."

"All righty!" yelled Tavia from above. "But say wouldn't this be a
handsome place to drop from?"

She was in the opening of the hay loft, lying on the floor with her
head over the edge.