ets me wild."

"Yes, it is like that," agreed Amy gently. "But I don't see how it can
ever be known on which baby the envelope belonged."

"What became of the other baby?" asked Grace.

"I never heard, and the man who rescued me did not know either,"
answered Amy. "He turned us both over to the relief authorities, and,
assuming that I belonged to Mr. and Mrs. Stonington, because of their
address on the envelope, on my sleeve, they sent for--for my uncle, as I
suppose I ought to call him, though he may not be--and he has kept me
ever since."

"But there is just as much chance that you were the baby on whom the
paper was pinned, as to think that you were not," came somewhat
positively from Betty.

"Yes, I suppose so," Amy agreed. "But, please, let's talk about going
camping. I want to forget that I may be a--nobody."

"You'll never be that, Amy--to us!" declared Mollie, positively.

"Thank you, dear."

"The question still to be settled," broke in Betty, determined to change
the conversation, "is how are we to go to camp. Shall we skate or sled
or----"

"Ice boat!" cried the voice of Will Ford at the door. "Ladies, excuse
me, but I have arrived at a most propitious time, I observe. I overheard
what you said. Allow me to suggest--an ice boat!"

They looked at him with rather startled glances, and he added:

"Shall I explain?"

"As it seems to be an unguessable riddle--do," urged his sister. "Did
you bring any chocolates?"

"I did."

"Pay as you enter," said Mollie, laughingly.

CHAPTER VII

OFF FOR CAMP

Will entered with the air of one conferring a favor, and successfully
evaded the efforts of his sister to take away a certain box he was
carrying.

"Have patience, little sister mine!" he mocked. "Have patience, and you
will get your desires."

"You mean thing! and I haven't had a chocolate all day. How did you come
to bring them?"

"Amy asked me to," he said boldly.

"Oh, Will Ford! I did not!" and Amy blushed a "lobster red," as the lad
ungallantly informed her.

"Well, anyhow take them, and dole them out," he added, tossing the box
of confectionery into her lap.

"Oh, Amy, I always loved you!" confided Grace, "shooting" a look of
wonder at her brother.

"And while Amy passes the treat, perhaps you will kindly elucidate the
riddle of the ice boat for us," suggested Mollie, catching a marshmallow
chocolate which Amy deftly threw across the parlor.

"Nothing very complicated about