“Yes, dear.  Real tents and campfires and all that sort of thing, right in the heart of the Pocono Woods, miles and miles from civilization.”

“Are there any thnaketh there?” questioned Grace apprehensively.

“No, no snakes.”

“Mothquitoeth?”

“There may be a few mosquitoes.  I cannot say as to that.  But it is a lovely spot.  This camp,” Miss Elting went on to say, “is for young girls and young women, and is part of the Camp Girls’ Association, a large and growing organization.  You will find a great many other young women there and you will, while there, be in charge of a guardian.”

“Guardian!” interrupted Grace.  “My father ith my guardian.”

“Oh, I don’t mean that sort of a guardian,” answered Miss Elting with a bright smile.  “The guardians are merely the women who take charge of the girls during their stay in camp.  I am to be one of them this summer.  I had planned to take you four girls there after the close of school, but did not think it advisable to speak of my plans until they were more fully developed and all arrangements completed.  Now what do you think of it?”

“It is perfectly splendid,” cried Margery.  “Won’t that be great, girls?  But,” she added, her face sobering, “I do not think my father and mother would permit me to go.”

“I am quite sure that mine would not,” agreed Hazel solemnly.

“I gueth Mith Elting hath theen to that,” spoke up Tommy, her eyes narrowing.

“You have made a close guess, Grace.  They have agreed, all except in your case.  Your mother wishes to talk the matter over with you and your father before making a final decision.”

“Then it ith all right,” nodded Tommy confidently.  “I’ll make them let me go anyway and—­ith Harriet going?”

“Yes.  I hope so.”

“Doeth thhe know about it!”

“I have not spoken to Harriet about it.  I had hoped to do so out here to-day.  That is why I proposed just now that we return to the village.  We shall have a chance to talk it over on the way back, when I will tell you more about the proposed vacation.”

“You thay my folkth know about it, Mith Elting?”

“Yes, dear.”

“What did they thay?”

“That they thought you had better go to Narragansett with them, but that if you insisted, they supposed you would have to go to the summer camp with us,” admitted the teacher with a tolerant smile.

Tommy twisted her face into a grimace.

“My folkth know what ith good for them,” averred the little blonde girl.

“I am afraid, my dear, that you do not fully know what is good for yourself,” declared the teacher reprovingly.  “You will have to obey the rules when you get to camp, and they are quite strict.  There are so many girls there, that rather strict regulations have to be enforced.  Every girl is expected to live up to them.  Failing to do so she undoubtedly would be sent home.”