"Last Chance," read Margery, as they clattered by. "For goodness' sake!" she giggled, "is it a hotel?"
"Look at all the women! One in every window!" cried Olga. "Why, they must have a lot of maids! Do people come up here in the summer, Kent?"
Kent gave Miss Towne an appealing glance.
"It's a miserable, disreputable place, girls," said the teacher. "Why look at that when you have these beautiful hills before you? How far into the reservation do we go, Charlie?"
"About four miles. It's where I camp every year. Margery, did you bring some paper dolls?"
Margery dimpled and tossed her head. "I wonder how old I'll have to be before you realize I'm grown up, Charlie!"
Charlie looked at her critically. "Well, when you're eighteen, maybe."
"Lydia'll be twenty-five before she gets through looking like a baby, but Olga's a young lady now," said Kent. He was eying the girls with the air of a connoisseur. "Three peaches, aren't they, Miss Towne?"
"I don't see why you say three," objected Gustus. "Ask me and say four."
The young people laughed and looked at Miss Towne, half startled by
Gustus' audacity. Miss Towne herself was blushing and Olga exclaimed,
"Why, Miss Towne, you are good looking when you blush! And I don't
believe you're so frightfully old!"