Bell released one coat-tail. 'That isn't wholly bad,' she said,
critically, while the other girls clapped their hands with approval;
for anything that Aunt Truth suggested was sure to be quite right.

'Wait a minute, good people,' cried Jack Howard, flinging his
fishing-tackle under a tree and sauntering toward the scene of
action. 'Suppose we have a referee, a wise and noble judge. Call
Hop Yet, and let him decide this all-important subject.'

His name being sung and shouted in various keys by the assembled
company, Hop Yet appeared at the door of the brush kitchen, a broad
grin on his countenance, a plucked fowl in his hand.

Geoffrey took the floor. 'Now, Hop Yet, you know I got name, you got
name, everybody got name. We want name this camp: you sabe? Miss
Bell, she say Camp Frolic. Frolic all same heap good time' (here he
executed a sort of war-dance which was intended to express wild joy).
'Miss Pauline, she say Camp Ha-Ha, big laugh: sabe? Ha! ha! ha! ha!
ha! ha!' (chorus joined in by all to fully illustrate the subject).
'Miss Madge, she say Camp Harmony. Harmony all same heap quiet time,
plenty eat, plenty drink, plenty sleep, no fight, no too muchee talk.
Mrs. Winship, she say Camp Chaparral: you sabe? Chaparral, Hop Yet.
Now what you say?'

Hop Yet seemed to regard the question with mingled embarrassment and
amusement, but being a sharp and talkative Chinaman gave his answer
promptly: 'Me say Camp Chap-lal heap good name; plenty chap-lal all
lound; me hang um dish-cloth, tow'l, little boy's stockin', on chap-
lal; all same clo'se-line velly good. Miss Bell she folic, Miss