THE FELLOW:  Not at all.  I know one of the girls in your camp.

THE GIRL:  (Sarcastically.) Oh, you do! (She tosses her head.) So you have been following me up in order to send some message to another girl.  Who is she?

THE FELLOW:  Genevieve Patterson.

THE GIRL:  (Aside.) I’ll never let him know now that I have on
Genevieve’s clothes.

THE FELLOW:  But you’re mistaken.  I’ve already sent the message. 
It was about you.

THE GIRL:  About me?  What about me?

THE FELLOW:  I wanted Genevieve to introduce us.  Say—­you haven’t told me your name yet.

THE GIRL:  I don’t intend to.  I think you are very forward.

THE FELLOW:  Shall I tell you my name?

THE GIRL:  By no means.

THE FELLOW:  You’re not interested?

THE GIRL:  Not a bit.

(There is a pause.  She keeps her head turned away.  He looks upward and all around, somewhat embarrassed.)

THE FELLOW:  (Finally breaking the silence.) Are there any bugs in your camp?

THE GIRL:  (Facing him angrily.) Sir!

THE FELLOW:  I mean gnats, mosquitoes—­things like that.

THE GIRL:  Yes.  I was badly bitten last night by a mosquito.

THE FELLOW:  (Very much interested.) Where did he get you?

THE GIRL:  (Laughing.) Well, you are so fresh that I can’t be mad at you.  You’re too funny.  Since you want to know so much, he got me on the knee.  I wasn’t far-seeing enough to bring mosquito netting.  It’s a bad bite.

THE FELLOW:  Is it possible?

THE GIRL:  Don’t you believe it?

THE FELLOW:  Well, I’m not far-seeing enough to know for sure. (With a sly glance at her knees.)

THE GIRL:  How silly of you!  But say—­I know a joke on you.  I saw you fall in the lake yesterday.

THE FELLOW:  (Nodding his head.) While I was fishing?

THE GIRL:  Yes; it was so amusing.  I don’t know when I’ve enjoyed such a hearty joke.  How did you come to fall in?

THE FELLOW:  I didn’t come to fall in.  I came to fish.

THE GIRL:  I also saw that man with the camera over in your camp. 
What was he dojng?

THE FELLOW:  Oh, he was a moving picture man from New York.  He was taking moving pictures of our cheese.

THE GIRL:  Preposterous!  Have you caught any fish since you came?

THE FELLOW:  Only a dog-fish, with a litter of puppies.

THE GIRL:  (With wide-open eyes.) How interesting!  What did you do with them?

THE FELLOW:  We made frankfurter sausages out of the little ones, and we are using the big one to guard the camp.

THE GIRL:  To guard the camp?

THE FELLOW:  Yes—­it’s a watch-dog fish.

THE GIRL:  Well, I’ve heard of sea-dogs, but I never knew before that—­