CHAPTER VII
In Which Nothing Much Happens
“Why Hope Haven?” asked Rob reflectively, when he had taken inventory of the possibilities of the resort.
“Because,” sighed Silvia, “so many hopes––vacation hopes––must have been buried here.”
Rob was of an investigating turn of mind, however, and he had heard from a native of H. H., as he had abbreviated the place, that there was a smaller lake, abounding 92 in fish, farther on through the forest. It was so strongly fortified, however, by the formidable battalions of sharp-shooting insects that but few fishermen had ever been able to lay siege to it.