much for the sake of
some trifling whim.

"Bangor! Bangor!" called the porter, and our friends gathered
themselves up to make the change for Lake Monadic.

"I must get a shoe shine," said Tavia, as they stepped on the platform
of the big depot. "Just wait here. I won't be three minutes."

"We only have five," Dorothy told her, "and if you are late--I must go
on. Cologne is going to meet us away out from camp."

"Oh I'll be back," promised Tavia, and then she was lost in the
throng.

CHAPTER VII

CAMP C.C.

"There is not another train out this evening," Cologne was telling
Dorothy. "Wasn't it perfectly dreadful for her to leave you!"

"I expected something like that to happen from the start," Dorothy
replied. "Tavia has a faculty for missing trains. I wonder what she
will do?"

"There is just a chance that she may be able to make the way train,
and switch off at the Junction, then, if she is lucky, she may flag
the shore train and get to this spot about midnight. But what would
she do then? Better stay out in civilization until daylight."

"I feel dreadfully, Rose-Mary, that she should give you so much
trouble. I sometimes think Tavia ought to be----"

"Spanked," finished the girl, with a smile. "Well, with all her faults
we love her still," and she tightened her hands on the horse reins.
"Let us hope she will be more fortunate than we anticipate."

"Isn't this lovely!" exclaimed Dorothy, as they started over the hill
in the depot wagon. "These are real Maine woods, aren't they?"

"Not the big-game kind. Those are farther out. But wait until you see
our camp. Then you may say lovely!"

"And your camping suit," went on Dorothy. "Surely I may say lovely to
that. It is perfectly splendid, and your cap is so becoming!"

"Think so? Yes, I like the cap, and it's handy. I've got one for you
and one for Tavia--if she ever gets here to claim it," and Cologne
handed the cap to Dorothy for close inspection. It was a jaunty blue
affair with the letters "C.C." in gilt. These, Cologne explained,
might stand for anything, but they mostly stood for Camp Cologne, or
Camp Cozy, or Camp Clamor, although some of the members wanted it Camp
Capital, Cologne said.

"We will end up by making it 'See See,'" declared Dorothy, "for it
does seem one or other of us is constantly calling upon some one else
to see something--there is lots to see."

A party of other campers came trooping along the shady roadway.
Cologne