ving the girls along interested the three Rovers greatly
and they talked of practically nothing else during the trip on Cayuga
Lake.

Ithaca reached, they bid farewell to the last of their school chums,
who were to depart in various directions, and then made their way to
one of the hotels for dinner.

"There they are, mamma!" they heard a well-known voice exclaim. "Oh,
how glad I am that we didn't miss them!" And the next moment Dora
Stanhope rushed up, followed by Nellie and Grace Laning and Mrs.
Stanhope.

"Well, of all things!" ejaculated Dick, as he shook hands warmly.
"Where did you drop from?"

"We were talking about you during the trip from Cedarville," said Tom,
as he too shook hands all around, followed by Sam.

"We were wondering why you hadn't written," added Sam.

"We were going to surprise you," answered Grace. "We expected to get
home yesterday and visit the academy. But there was a breakdown on the
line and our train was delayed and that made us miss a connection."

"We thought sure we'd miss you," said Nellie. "It made us feel
awfully."

"Have you dined yet?" asked Dick.

"No."

"Then you must all come and take dinner with us. We want to hear all
you've got to tell."

"And we want to hear what you've got to tell too," said Dora, with a
merry laugh. She was looking straight into Dick's eyes. "Have you had a
good time at the Hall?"

"Yes, but we had a better time at the encampment."

"I heard you met some very nice young ladies up there," went on Dora.

"Who wrote to you about that, Dora?"

"Oh, never mind; I heard it, and that's enough."

"Well, we did meet some nice young ladies."

"Oh!" And Dora turned away for a moment. They were on their way to the
dining room and the others were temporarily out of hearing.

"But I didn't meet anybody half as nice as you!" went on Dick, in a low
tone of voice, and caught her hand.

"Oh, Dick!" She said this with a toss of her head, but smiled,
nevertheless.

"It's true, Dora. I wished you were there more than once. I would have
written more, only we had a whole lot of trouble with our enemies."

"And you really did think of me?"

"I did--nearly every day. I suppose you forgot all about me, and
that's why you didn't write."

"Dick Rover, you know better than that!"

"I suppose you met some stunning Californian that owns a gold mine and
he claimed all of your attention."

"I did meet one rich young man, and--and he proposed to me," falt