"When I grow up," declared Dicky, "I'm going to be a Chanthellor and give people diplomaths and make 'em laugh and clap."
"Mother," said Ethel Brown in the afternoon when Mrs. Morton and Mr. Emerson and their admiring family had returned to the cottage, "would you object if we had a party this evening while you and Grandfather and Grandmother are at the C. L. S. C. banquet?"
"What sort of party, dear?"
"Oh, I'd like to ask the Hancocks and the Watkinses to supper to celebrate—to celebrate—I don't know just what!" Ethel ended tamely.
"I think in your own mind you'd like a celebration of having finished an unselfish week. Isn't that it? You can make it a celebration for the Watkinses if you initiate them into the United Service Club this evening. Will that do?"
CHAPTER XVIII
IN CAMP
BY the time that the Ethels had learned how to swim well enough to induce Mrs. Morton to let them go across the lake to the Girls' Club camp the season was so far advanced that they had trouble in getting their names on the list at all. Dorothy and Della waited to take their turn at the same time, and when the Institution motor-boat at last carried them over it was the last trip of the season.