th it. This is
Dorothy's party. It shall be called Camp Calvert."

"I protest," said Dorothy. "It's no more my party than yours, Gerald
Blank, even if it is given in honor of my home-coming."

"It shall be Camp Calvert," Gerald persisted.

"Well, we'll submit it to arbitration. Jim, you have taken no part in
the controversy. Shall we name it Camp Blank or Camp Calvert?"

"Neither," said Jim.

"What!" cried Dorothy and Gerald in a breath.

"Oh, come now, Jim!" This from Aunt Betty.

"No," said Jim, "we'll call it neither. You've left the matter to me,
so we'll call it Camp Breckenridge after Molly, but we'll make it
Camp 'Breck' for short."

"No, no," said Molly. "I shan't permit it."

But Molly's protests were quickly overridden, and with the discussion
at an end, the members of the party went about the various tasks they
had set themselves to do.

Getting a hand-ax from the tool box, Gerald took Jim and marched off
into the woods, while Ephraim was delegated to stay behind and "tote"
things for the ladies.

First, an imaginary plan was drawn of the camp--just where the tents
would go; where the camp-fire should be to get the best draught;
which direction the breeze was coming from, so the tent flaps might
be left back at night for the comfort of the sleepers; and the many
other little details which a woman and several girls will always
think of.

By the time Gerald and Jim returned, bearing several tent poles and
an armful of stakes, all matters had been definitely settled. The
first tent was pitched between two huge oak trees, which threw their
shade for yards around. The other, which was to house the boys and
Ephraim, was placed a short distance to the rear in a clump of
smaller trees, but within a few steps of the rear of the ladies'
quarters.

Once the tents were up, Ephraim was instructed to kindle a fire,
which he did very quickly, his camping experience having been of a
wide and varied nature.

While the fire was blazing merrily as if to welcome the campers to
the newly-organized Camp Breck, the mistress of Bellvieu bustled
about in a nimble fashion for one of her years, directing the
preparation of the meal.

Molly was set peeling potatoes, while Dorothy and Aurora spread the
table cloth in a level spot on the soft grass, and began to
distribute the tin plates, steel knives and forks and other utensils
which had been purchased especially for the camp.

Soon affairs were moving merrily, an