room, where there were three other beds--a regular dormitory. It was
like one of the Prime sleeping rooms at Briarwood Hall.

And how Ruth did sleep that night after her adventurous day! The sun
shone broadly on the clearing about the camp when she first opened
her eyes. Mary put her head in at the door and said:

"Your breakfast will be spoilt, Miss Ruth, or I wouldn't disturb
you. All the men's ate long ago and Janey's fussin' in the kitchen.
Besides, the folks will be over from Scarboro in an hour. Mr. Cameron
just telephoned and asked how you were."

"Oh, I feel fine!" cried the girl from the Red Mill, joyfully.

But when she hopped out of bed she found herself dreadfully stiff
and lame; the jouncing she had received while riding with the boy
calling himself Fred Hatfield, and the catamount, on the timber cart,
and later her first long walk on snow-shoes, had together strained
her muscles and lamed her limbs to a degree. Old Aunt Alvirah's
oft-repeated phrase fitted her condition, and she grimly repeated it:

"Oh, my back and oh, my bones!"

But the prospect of the other girls, coming--and Tom and his
friends, too--and the fun in store for them all at Snow Camp, soon
made Ruth Fielding forget small troubles. Besides, the muscles of
youth are elastic and the weariness soon went out of her bones.
Before the party arrived from Scarboro she had opportunity of going
all about the great log lodge, and getting acquainted with all it
held and all that surrounded it.