and begged, and at last Mrs. Markin agreed that it might
be best to let her have the freedom of the air. Of course, Dorothy had
not yet told all of her story--all the folks knew definitely was that
the lost had been found.

It took scarcely no time for the searching party to be made up again.
The boys from the next camp had their craft already on the water,
while Ned and Nat had but to push off their rowboat.

"Why do you think Tavia is somewhere about the river edge?" asked Ned
in his practical way.

"Because, when I came down I heard some one call, and two young men
from their canoes answered promptly that they would follow the clew.
Now, if I can only find the spot----"

"Where in the world did this canoe come from?" exclaimed Jack Markin,
as he espied the boat in which Dorothy had escaped from the
sanatarium. "It is marked 'Blenden!'"

"Blenden!" repeated Ned. "Why that's the asylum over the hill!"

Everybody looked at Dorothy, awaiting a word from her. She was almost
like herself now, after the manner in which blessed youth alone can
recuperate.

"I was not particular about whose boat it was," she said simply. "So
long as I found something to get back to camp in."

"I don't think it right that Dorothy should leave mother," began
Cologne. But Dorothy interrupted her.

"Did you ever notice, Cologne dear, how a storm clears? It takes a
light wind, doesn't it? Well, this little excitement will clear things
up for me."

Wise Dorothy was, of course, not opposed. She belonged to the class of
persons who seem to be capable, and who really are, except where their
own personal safety or comfort is concerned. They always have a reason
and an answer, simply because others do not take the trouble to fathom
the motive for this sacrifice. Dorothy had determined to find Tavia,
and whatever her excuses, they were all subservient to that motive.

"I would rather get in with Nat and Ned," she said, as the party
prepared to get off in the boats. "I am really too tired to scull."

"What's this?" asked Jack, picking up the nurse's garb from the bottom
of the sanitarium canoe. "I declare! Dorothy has been masquerading!"

He held up the linen skirt, and the white cap. Of course the very
next thing he did was to put the cap on his head.

Every one but Cologne laughed--she seemed too stunned to so soon
forget the horror of the loss of Dorothy.

The young ladies from the neighboring camp had decided not to go on
the water