e fish
for to-morrow's dinner. We get trout for breakfast in the stream over
there. It's jolly to fish. I know you will like it up here, Dorothy."

"_Will_ like it! I _do_ like it! There is no future tense on that
score. I have always longed for a visit 'way down east.' And how
strange people talk! Just as soon as we passed Connecticut it was like
going into a new country, the accent is so different. Tavia declared
it was nothing but a left-over brogue of the Mayflower vintage. Of
course, that's what it really is. But Tavia! I had almost forgotten
her. Could we go out anywhere and look for her?"

"Hardly," replied Cologne. "But we could drive out to the station
again, and send a message to the Junction. I wish Jack was here. He
would know best what to do. It is too provoking!"

"And she is so apt to fall in with a 'friend,'" mused Dorothy. "I
never saw her equal for picking up friends."

"There's an automobile," exclaimed Cologne, listening to the ripping
of the atmosphere as a machine tore down the road. "We don't have many
cars around here, it's too hilly."

"They're coming in the lane! It's Tavia!"

Both girls jumped up, and ran to the lane that wound around the camp.

Tavia was standing up waving her hand bag.

"She made friends this time," declared Dorothy. "Just like her to fall
into something easy."

CHAPTER VIII

THE WILD ANIMAL

"Perfectly delicious," Tavia was exclaiming, in her reckless way,
"never believed a barn could be thus converted into a home." She
tossed aside her traveling things. "And so sweet of you, Cologne, to
ask poor me. The old joke, as if Rose-Mary-Cologne-Lavender could be
other than sweet!"

"And so dear of you to get here," said Dorothy, with mocking voice.
"We really thought----"

"Doro, dear, if you only would get over that abominable thinking
habit! See what happened to me when I thought I was was going to be
locked up for the night in the little railroad station! Why, along
whisked an auto, and the lady with the scared-to-death-hair looked at
me. Seeing me was believing. The chaufferine (it was a lady and my
French is packed up) asked me in. That was what I got for thinking on
the wrong stoop. And weren't they dears? Did you mind the veils?
First I thought they were hoisted for rain clouds, and again, when I
saw the blues and pinks, I decided for fair weather. There were enough
colors to make a rainbow look like the milky way. And they asked me to
come see the