"Hush, Neddie, Rosabel is being properly brought up," interrupted Mrs.
White with more smiles than frowns.

"Properly! Save the mark! And if I had been a girl would you have done
that to me? I did hope that Dorothy might be made comfortable here for
some time, but if that is contagious I'll take her home myself. A case
like that must be fatal," and Ned shook his head seriously.

"And her cheeks?" asked Nat, "what do you call that?"

"The very best," replied Tavia, "I know that kind is two dollars an
ounce. I saw it in Rochester."

"Then we'll fix her out at camp," decided Nat. "We will put up some kind
of a game that calls for a face wash and a forfeit. If Rosy objects I'll
get the boys to wash it for her."

"Oh, that would be rude," insisted Dorothy.

"Not for campers," insisted the unquenchable Nat, "It might be for
ministers, but not for campers."

It was not late enough to leave the porch, so the talk drifted to Dalton
matters.

"Now Dot," began Ned, "I'd like to hear more of the 'chaser' business. I
am sure we have all heard the wrong story of it, and even at that I must
admit it is not so slow--rather interesting. Give us the right version."

"Let Tavia tell it," Dorothy begged off.