so August and September must be spent in the mountains.

His word was law, and, too, Patty realised the fairness of the
plan, and gracefully submitted to Fate. So, as the first of August
was in the very near future, Patty and Nan were discussing details
of the trip.

"It almost seems as if you might take your motor-car, Patty," said
Nan, reflectively.

"I thought so, too, at first; but father says not. You see, not
all mountain roads are modern and well-kept, and, of course, we'll
be moving on, now and then, and Camilla IS a nuisance as luggage.
Now, Nan, no more suggestions, or regrets, or backward glances.
I'm going to the mountains, NOT like the quarry-slave at night,
but like a conquering hero; and I shall have all the mountaineers
at my feet, overwhelming me with their devoted attentions."

"You probably will, Patty; you're easily the most popular girl at
Spring Beach, and if the 'mountaineers' have any taste in such
matters--"

"There, there, Nan, don't make me blush. I'm 'popular,' as you
call it, because I have such a delightful home, and such an
attractive stepmother to make it pleasant for my callers! And, by
the same token, here are a few of them coming now."

Two laughing girls, and a good-looking young man came in at the
gate, and strolled along the drive to the veranda, where Patty and
Nan sat.