Chapter XXX: Striking Camp

It was a glorious September morning--and no other month of all the year can display such beauties of sky and landscape, such invigorating air, or all Nature in so delightful a mood.

It was a still morning. The newly-kindled fire on Green Knoll sent a spiral of blue smoke mounting skyward. There was the delicious odor of pancakes and farm-made sausage hovering all about the camp of the Go-Ahead girls. Windmill Farm had supplied these first "goodies" of the autumn and the members of the club enjoyed them to the full.

"But, thanks be! there will be no more dishes to wash for a while," declared Grace Hedges.

"Nor beds to make," agreed her partner, Percy Havel.

"Nor fires to kindle," sighed Bessie Lavine.

"Well!" exclaimed Frank Cameron, "an outing in the woods isn't _all_ it's cracked up to be, I admit. One might just as well accept a situation as servant in a very untidy household. It would be about the same thing. But my! we've had some fun between times."

"And such excitement!" declared Mina Everett. "Think of all that's happened to us since we paddled up from Denton two months and more ago."

"And happened to the boys, too," said Frank, "I understand that Tubby Blaisdell has put on ten additional pounds of flesh since yesterday morning."

"Now, Frank! how could he?" gasped Grace.

"Nobody could be much fatter than Tubby already is," added Bess, laughing.

"You never know till you try," chided Mina. "You have put on some flesh yourself, Miss Lavine."

"Bah! they'll soon work it off of me when we're back in school," groaned Bessie. "That's the worst of a vacation--there's always work at the end of it."

"Lazy!" cried Percy. "I believe I'll _love_ study when I'm back to the 'scholastic grind.'"

"You can have my share," grumbled Bess. "But what about Tubby's additional avoirdupois, Frankie? He's as big as a haystack anyway."

"'All flesh is grass,' the Scriptures say,
So Tubby B.'s a load of hay!"

chuckled Frank. "Is that it? And Tubby is all swelled up now--as big as a barrel."

"That's an awful fib, Frank," declared Mina. "He couldn't be."

"Well, Ferd says he _looks_ so. The boys found a bumble bees' nest and Tubby didn't have any paddle to hit them with. So they all went for poor Tubby and they stung him so that his face is twice as big as usual--so Ferd says."

"Something is always happening to that boy," said Bess, laughing. "Hullo! where have _you_ been, Wyn?"

Wyn came up from the shore. "I know where she's been," cried Frank. "She has been down there gloating!"

"Gloating?" repeated Percy.

"Over the boat. Is it all there, Wyn?"

The girls ran to the brow of the bank. There, floating off their beach, was a freshly painted motor boat, its brasswork shining, and everything spick and span about it. A very commodious and handsome craft she was, with "Go-Ahead" painted on either side of her bow and on her stern-board.

"Oh, she's all there! nobody has run off with her in the night," laughed Wyn. "And Mr. Lavine couldn't have found a better boat if he had tried--Mr. Jarley says so."

"It was good of Dr. Shelton to sell the _Bright Eyes_ to father," said Bessie Lavine. "And they made a good job of it at the boatyard at the Forge."

"She's such a fine and roomy boat," declared Frankie. "We couldn't have expected such a big one, otherwise."

"And it's big enough for the Busters and Professor Skillings to sail home with us, too," said Percy. "Mr. Jarley is going to take charge of the boys' canoes, as well as ours, and ship them to us."

"Bully! An all-day cruise on the lake and then down the Wintinooski by moonlight to-night," sighed Wyn. "It will be just scrumptious!"

"Come, then, girls," warned Mrs. Havel. "We must strike camp. Everything must be rolled up and secured, ready for shipment on the bateau when it comes. I saw the sail of the bateau going past the point of Gannet Island early this morning. I expect the boys are all ready before this time."

"Let's wait for them," said the languid Bess. "What's the use of having boy friends if you don't make use of them?"

"Listen to her!" exclaimed Wyn, with scorn. "Depend upon the boys? I--rather--guess--not!"

"Don't be so independent, Miss," returned Miss Lavine. "You'll be glad to have Davie at your beck and call again when we get back home."

Wyn laughed. "It's all right to have them within reach if need should arise----"

"Like a mouse, or a snake," put in Frank Cameron.

"Goodness!" drawled Grace. "After all the bugs, and worms, and caterpillars, and other monsters we have faced--alone and single-handed--here in the woods, I don't believe I'll _ever_ squeal if I put my hand upon a mouse in the pantry."

"Pshaw!" said Frank. "You only _think_ that. It's the frailties of the sex we cannot get over. You all know very well that a boy with a teenty, tinty garter-snake on the end of a stick could chase this whole crowd either into the lake, or into hysterics."

"Shame!" cried Wyn. "That is rank treachery to the 'manhood' of us girls of the Go-Ahead Club."

"You are right, Wyn," agreed Mina. "Why, we none of us have any nerves now--but plenty of _nerve_, of course."

"Oh!" exclaimed Frank, starting back suddenly. "See that! Is it a spider over your head, Mina?"

Miss Everett uttered an ear-piercing shriek and sprang up, to run madly from the spot. Frank burst into laughter.

"How brave! Such nerve! My, my! we'll none of us ever be afraid again----"

They all pitched upon the joker, and Mrs. Havel had to come to her rescue with the reminder that time was flying.

"If you want to show the boys that you are really fit to camp out alone, get to work!" she commanded.

The next hour was a busy one for the Go-Aheads. But how much more handily they went about the striking of the tents than they had about raising them two months before!

Life in the open had really done wonders for the girls from Denton. They knew how to do things that they had never dreamed of doing at home. Most of them had learned how to swing an axe, although the boys had faithfully paid their forfeit by cutting the firewood for Green Knoll Camp all summer. The girls could use a hammer, too, and tie workman-like knots, and do a host of other things that had never come into their lives before.

"It is well to be sufficient unto one's self," Mrs. Havel told them. "A girl cannot always expect to find a boy at her beck and call. It is nice to be waited on by the male sex--and it is good for boys to learn to attend properly upon their girl friends; it is better, however, to know how to accept favors gracefully from our boy friends, and yet not really _need_ their assistance."

So Green Knoll Camp presented a very orderly appearance when the boys and Professor Skillings appeared ahead of the bateau that was to take all their goods and chattels back to their home town.

"Goodness! aren't you girls smart?" cried Dave Shepard, the first ashore. "Are you _all_ ready?"

"Every bit," declared Wyn.

"Then we can get off in the _Go-Ahead_ at once?"

"Right," declared Frank, laughing. "And as soon as you can teach Wyn and me how to manage the motor boat, we girls sha'n't need you boys at all."

"A fine lot of suffragettes you are going to make," growled Dave.

"No; we'll never be 'suffering-cats,' Davie," returned Frank, laughing. "We don't need to. Let us alone for being able to get the best of you Busters whenever we want to."

"Isn't she right?" cried Ferdinand Roberts, admiringly. "You can't beat 'em!"

"No, you can't," snarled Tubby Blaisdell, very puffy about his face, and with a wry smile. "They even get the goats to help 'em."

"They got your goat, old man," said Dave, chuckling, "that's sure. But you blame them for a crime they did not commit, I believe. Remember how many times you have tried to trick _them_?"

"Huh!" snorted the fat youth. "Did I ever succeed?"

"I hope," said Mrs. Havel, breaking in upon this "give and take" conversation, "that your parents will not blame me if you all appear--both girls and boys--to have lost your good manners here in the woods. Do simmer down. Remember, you return to civilization to-day."

"Oh, dear! don't remind us--don't, dear Mrs. Havel," cried Frank.

"Just think!" scoffed Ferd. "You girls will have to be all 'dolled up' on Sunday again. Won't you _hate_ it?"

"Rather go around in a tramping skirt and without a hat," admitted Wyn, frankly.

"The tastes of girlhood are much different now from what they were in _my_ day," said the lady, with a sigh. "When I was young we never thought of doing the things you girls do now."

"Isn't that why you didn't do them?" asked Frank, slily. "Perhaps we girls of this generation have better-developed imaginations."

"Oh, sure!" cried Ferd, with sarcasm. "You girls are wonders--just as smart as little Hen Rogers was last term when Miss Haley asked him if he could name any town in Alaska."

"What did he say?" asked Frank, with interest.

"He said, 'Nome'--and she sent him to the foot of the class," chuckled Ferd.

"Oh! aren't you smart?" railed Bessie. "That joke is the twin to the one about the boy who was asked by the professor in physics if he knew what 'nasal organ' meant. And the boy said 'No, sir' and got a 'perfect' mark."

"Come on, folks!" cried Wyn. "Stop telling silly jokes and bear a hand here. All these things have to go into the boat."

Mr. Jarley and Polly joined them just then, Mr. Jarley to collect the canoes and take them to the Forge, while Polly was to go with the two clubs aboard the newly-named _Go-Ahead_ to Denton.

Polly, in a brand-new boating costume, was so pretty that the boys couldn't keep their eyes away from her. She was happy, too, and this fact gave an entirely different expression to her face.

She was to go home with Wyn, and in a few weeks her father would follow and establish a home for them both in Denton. He was going, as Mr. Lavine declared, to start in his old home town just where he had left off more than ten years before. And Polly was to enter the academy with the girls of Green Knoll Camp on the opening day.

The party got under weigh on the _Go-Ahead_ and were some miles down the lake ere it was discovered that Professor Skillings had forgotten both his shoes and his hat, for he had paddled over to the girls' camp barefoot as usual. It was too late to go back then, for the baggage had all been put aboard the bateau.

So the professor went home with a handkerchief tied around his head and a pair of moccasins on his feet--the latter borrowed from Dr. Shelton, at whose dock they stopped for luncheon.

The bluff doctor insisted that the whole party come ashore and lunch with him. He had arranged for Polly's tuition at the Denton Academy, had bought her text-books, and when the party left for home that day he thrust into Polly Jolly's hand a silver chain purse with more money in it than the boatman's daughter had ever possessed before.

Polly Jolly was beginning to live up to the loving name that Wyn Mallory had given to her. She was the very gayest of the gay as the _Go-Ahead_ proceeded down the lake and then down the Wintinooski to Denton.

The last of the journey was taken after they had had a picnic supper, and under the brilliant light of the September moon. The boys and girls sang and told stories, and otherwise enjoyed themselves. But as they drew near home they quieted down.

The summer was behind them. For more than two months they had skylarked, and enjoyed themselves to the full on the lake and in the woods. They "were going back to civilization," as Frankie said, and it made them a bit thoughtful.

"I expect," said Mina Everett, "that we have had just the best time that we will ever have in all our lives."

"Why so?" demanded Bess. "Can't we go camping again?"

"Sure we will!" declared Dave Shepard.

"I see what Mina means--and I guess she is right," Wyn remarked, earnestly. "We may go camping again; but it will never be just like this first time. For the girls, I mean. We had never done such a thing before. And then--if we go next summer--we'll be a whole year older. And a year is a long, long time."

"Long enough to spoil some of you girls, I expect," grumbled Ferdinand.

"Spoil us, Mister? How's that?" snapped Bess, at once taking up the gauntlet.

"You'll be wanting to put up your hair and let down your skirts, and will be wearing all the new-style folderols by next summer," retorted Ferd.

"Oh, won't they, just!" groaned Tubby, in agreement.

"You wait and see, Smartie!" cried Frank Cameron.

"We are not like the girls you are thinking of," declared Grace, with some warmth.

"No, indeed," agreed Percy.

"The Go-Aheads are going to fool you, Ferdie," said Wyn, laughing. "Just you watch us. _All_ girls aren't in a hurry to grow up and ape their mothers and older sisters. We're going in for athletics and the 'simple life' strongly; aren't we, girls?"

Her fellow club members agreed in a hearty chorus. "Besides," added Bess, "we can have all the fun the other kind of girls have as well as our own kind. We can dance, and go to parties, and wear pretty frocks for _part_ of the time."

"What did I tell you?" demanded Ferd, grinning.

"Never mind, Ferd, never mind," said Dave, softly. "We'll be a bit that way ourselves before the winter's over. You know, Ferd, that your folks will insist on your keeping your hair cut and your finger-nails manicured."

"And of course I'll have a blister on my heel from wearing dancing pumps before the season is over," groaned Tubby. "Oh, well! it's not altogether our fault that we grow up so fast. Our folks make us," and he groaned again, for dancing school was one of the fat youth's pet aversions.

"That is what youth is for," advised Mrs. Havel, who overheard all this. "It is a preparation for manhood and womanhood."

"Dear me! Dear me! let's forget it," cried Dave. "This is no time for feeling solemn. Thank goodness, for two solid months we have forgotten all about the 'duty we owe to posterity,' as the professor expresses it. Maybe next year we can forget it again in our camps upon the shores of Lake Honotonka."

"Well expressed, little boy--well expressed," agreed Wynifred, tweaking one of Dave's curls that would _not_ lie down, no matter what he did to them. "My! but we _have_ grown serious. This is no way to end our camping days, girls. Come! another lively song----"

The motor boat drifted in to the boathouse landing to the lilt of a familiar rowing song. Wyn's camping days were over; the outing of the Go-Ahead Club was at an end.

THE END

SOMETHING ABOUT

AMY BELL MARLOWE

AND HER BOOKS FOR GIRLS

In these days, when the printing presses are turning out so many books for girls that are good, bad and indifferent, it is refreshing to come upon the works of such a gifted authoress as Miss Amy Bell Marlowe, who is now under contract to write exclusively for Messrs. Grosset & Dunlap.

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THE OLDEST OF FOUR

"I don't see any way out!"

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A LITTLE MISS NOBODY

"Oh, she's only a little nobody! Don't have anything to do with her!"

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"I am going to find out who I am, and where I came from," said Nancy to herself, one day, and what she did, and how it all ended, is absorbingly related in "A Little Miss Nobody; Or, With the Girls of Pinewood Hall." Nancy made a warm friend of a poor office boy who worked for that lawyer, and this boy kept his eyes and ears open and learned many things.

The book tells much about boarding school life, of study and fun mixed, and of a great race on skates. Nancy made some friends as well as enemies, and on more than one occasion proved that she was "true blue" in the best meaning of that term.

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THE GIRL FROM SUNSET RANCH

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WYN'S CAMPING DAYS

"Oh, girls, such news!" cried Wynifred Mallory to her chums, one day. "We can go camping on Lake Honotonka! Isn't it grand!"

It certainly was, and the members of the Go-Ahead Club were delighted. Soon they set off, with their boy friends to keep them company in another camp not far away. Those boys played numerous tricks on the girls, and the girls retaliated, you may be sure. And then Wyn did a strange girl a favor, and learned how some ancient statues of rare value had been lost in the lake, and how the girl's father was accused of stealing them.

"We must do all we can for that girl," said Wyn. But this was not so easy, for the girl campers had many troubles of their own. They had canoe races, and one of them fell overboard and came close to drowning, and then came a big storm, and a nearby tree was struck by lightning.

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