"Dr. Gray's prescription, you know. But now for camp. The boys have gone
on ahead, and Aunt Winnie is going to stop at the hotel for lunch, She
said she thought we would enjoy it."

"Oh, I will, I am sure," answered Tavia, promptly. "That's what worries
me, I am getting to enjoy everything. What in the world will I do when I
get back to Dalton?"

"Write letters to Nat, I suppose. Now don't get any deeper shade of red,
dear. The one that you woke up with is so becoming."

"How much time have we?" asked Tavia, bestowing more care on the
brushing of her short hair now than she had ever thought of giving the
mass that the barber still had in his keeping.

"Perhaps an hour, but we want to get out on the lawn, for a game of ball
before we start. I am just dying to play real ball! I do miss Joe and
Roger so!"

"I am sure they miss you, too, Doro. I have been wondering how you have
managed to keep away from them."

"Well, I have to you know. Besides I get a letter every day. Joe said
yesterday that your folks had taken the Baldwin house."

"Father said in his letter he expected to. But do you know, Doro, I
would never advise a poor girl to go out of her own territory, I think I
shall be unhappy now--at home."

"Nonsense. You will enjoy the simple life more thoroughly than ever.