other. But here comes Patty with young Kip."

"What a dandy site you have here for a Camp," said the young man. "Gee!
it's choice. It beats ours."

When dinner was ready how they ate! They pronounced it equal to the
best shore dinner ever prepared, and when finished there was nothing
left excepting clam shells and corn cobs.

That was Mrs. Hollister's last day in Camp. She had been with the girls
for two weeks. After leaving Camp she was to spend half of her time with
Kate's parents and the remaining with Aunt Susan.

Harvey and Teddy stayed until nearly five o'clock, and it was with regret
on both sides that they had to go.

The next day being Sunday, Kate read the prayers while they all sung
several hymns, after which each girl was left to do as she chose. Ethel
proposed to ride horseback. Several joined together and hired a buckboard
for the afternoon.

"We'll meet you at the Lake," they said to Ethel, and off they went.

It was a warm afternoon. The sky looked alternately bright, then cloudy,
but they started not minding though it rained.

Nora declined to join the buckboard party and strolled off by herself.
She looked almost pretty in her clean, white linen suit and her hair
tightly bound by a broad black ribbon. The goldenrod and sumac were
opening, but the summer flowers looked old and tired, as though they
needed new gowns and freshening up a bit. The girl thought of how alone
she was and sighed. Then her mother came into her mind. To think that
she had to be taken while so young--not yet forty-five, and the tears
rolled down her cheeks. But "Thank God," she thought, "I never caused
her any unhappiness, and I still have my dear, kind father," and Nora
wiped her eyes. "It's Miss Ethel who dislikes me. No matter what I say
to her nor how friendly I am, she won't like me. And when I try to joke
or do her a little kindness, if she smiles sure her smile chills me. It's
like a piece of ice going down me back. And her 'thank you, Honora' is
as cold as charity. I like her mother the best. And yet Miss Ethel kissed
me goodbye at the train last summer; but she was kissing everyone and I
suppose she had to kiss me, for she's too much of a lady to slight a
body. Yet she'd be glad to see the last of me--that I know."

CHAPTER IX

NORA GIVES SERVICE

Honora was an unconscious lover of Nature. She turned and beheld the sun
slowly sinking.

"Ah! it must be nearly six o'clock," she thought. "I must make ha