THE GIRL:  Oh, what nonsense!  You’ve never seen me but three times in your life.

THE FELLOW:  (Coming nearer her.) Yes—­that’s true.  And you look better every time I see you.  Say, you do look awfully nice this morning.  Nobody would think, from your appearance, that you belonged to a camping party here on the shore of Lake George.  I guess that thunder storm last night didn’t bother you a little bit.  Why, you look as if you were out for a stroll on Fifth Avenue.

THE GIRL:  (Aside.) Little does he know that I got caught in that shower and am now wearing my chum, Genevieve’s, gown. (To him.) What a jollier you are!  You look pretty natty yourself this morning, it seems to me.

THE FELLOW:  (Aside.) This suit of clothes I got from Tommy Higgins has made a hit with her.  I guess I’ll just let her think they belong to me, and won’t tell her that I got soaked in the rain last night. (To her, lifting his hat again.) I’m tickled nearly to death to have you say such complimentary things to me.  It makes me glad I came on this camping trip.

THE GIRL:  You belong to the camping party flying the flag of the skull and cross-bones, don’t you?

THE FELLOW:  Yes—­all the boys are young doctors, except me.

THE GIRL:  And what are you?

THE FELLOW:  I’m the patient.

THE GIRL:  Are you sick?

THE FELLOW:  Love-sick.

THE GIRL:  (Turning up her nose.) How ridiculous!  What brought you to Lake George?

THE FELLOW:  You.

THE GIRL:  I!  Oh, you are too absurd for anything.  Give me my glove, please, and let me go.

THE FELLOW:  (Coming still nearer.) Don’t be rash.  There’s no place to go.  All of your camping party have gone on a boating trip except yourself.  You’re surely not going back there and hang around the camp all alone?

THE GIRL:  (In surprise.) How did YOU know that the rest of my party had gone away for the day?

THE FELLOW:  I saw ’em start.  Why didn’t you go with ’em?

THE GIRL:  I had nothing to wear but this tailor-made gown, and a girl can’t go boating in a dress like this.  I only intended to stay two days when I came up here from New York to join the camp, and was not prepared with enough clothes.  I’ve sent home for clothes and am expecting them to arrive at the camp this morning—­ that’s why I didn’t go boating, since you are impertinent enough to ask. (She gives him an indignant look.)

THE FELLOW:  I beg your pardon.  Won’t you sit down?

THE GIRL:  No, I will not. (Still looking quite indignant, she sits down immediately on bench.  He sits down beside her.)

THE FELLOW:  Neither will I. (He looks at her out of the corners of his eyes, and she turns her face away, nervously tapping the stage with one foot.)

THE GIRL:  You seem to know all that has been going on at our camp.  I believe you have been spying on us.