"It is just like camping out," cried Belle Tingley.
"Only there's no scratchy and smelly balsam for beds, and our clothes won't get all stuck up with chewing gum," said Lluella Fairfax.
"Chewing gum! Hear the girl," scoffed Ann Hicks. "You mean spruce gum."
"Isn't that about the same?" demanded Lluella, with some spirit. "You chew it, don't you?"
"I don't know. I wouldn't chew spruce gum unless it was first properly prepared. I tried it once," replied Ann, "and got my jaws so gummed up that I might as well have had the lockjaw."
"It is according to what season you get the gum," explained Helen. "Now, see here, girls: We ought to have a name for this camp."
"Oh, oh!"
"Quite so!"
"'Why not?" were some of the responses to this suggestion.
"Let's call it 'Sweet Dreams,'" said one girl. "That's an awfully pretty name for a camp, I think. We called ours that, last summer on the banks of the Vingie River."