Betty Lee, Senior

her golden head, though that was usually covered tightly by a rubber cap. As her taking part in most of the swimming contests amon

ry and the delights of the ocean. Her father warned her of new conditions, but she would quickly learn. Though there were no river current, t

Mr. Lee, of depleting the treasury. Mother and Amy Lou would remain in the city with Father, but would take an outing with him later, when a business trip would take him East again. Then Betty, returning from the visit with Carolyn, would meet other girl friends at a

re as much for Carolyn's benefit as for Kathryn and Betty. There were no embarrassing and hampering ideas of obligation, for Mr. and Mrs. Gwynne had assured the Lees that their itinerary would

o rest him at times, did the driving; for their chauffeur had left their service, very conveniently, Carolyn said, and they would not engage another until their return home. Mr. Gwynne's type of humor made Betty think of her own father. The families were

y longer, but that could be decided later on. Never was Betty to forget her first motor trip East. Apparently everybody else was going, too, or it seemed so after they had reached certain routes of traffic and travel. The

neteen or so, Carolyn said, a brown-eyed, brown-haired youth, polite but friendly, though he said less, engaged in driving, than a younger brother, Archie, who did all the arranging in seats. Betty could not be sure at first which was "Art" and which was "Arch," but at last she straightened

a picnic dinner, stopping here and there to purchase a heterogeneous collection, left entirely to the young people to manage. "Have your picnic," Mr. Gwynne said, "but don't expect us to do any cavorting around over

he Penroses had come into her life to stay there. B

whimsically that he was being left out; and in some way Betty found herself elected to sit in front with the driver, a move which pleased her,

r made some other comment. Betty told him how it had happened that she took the trip, wh

d Arthur Penrose. "They tell me that 'Art' is the proper name for me, though Archie

this. "But I am already doing a little in com

but I like music best-just play the violin some. Then I like athletics, not so much the competitive games, you know, but swimming

g art on the side, but I want to go to a regular art school, and next summer, if I can r

to Europe. This brought on more confidences, till Betty felt that she was quite well acquainted. Art Penrose w

ort of thing and as our girls were accustomed to all sorts of hikes and picnics, it was a small matter and "loads of fun" to make coffee, "hot dog" sandwiches, and have heaping plates of

o sympathetic ears; and when they rose to go, he lifted a firm finger before her face to say, "Y

y responded. "It is awfully interesting to hear about i

wen told you yet that the Penroses mig

r smile accompanied this mild rebuke. "And we

Boston-New York-Philadelphia-Chicago-who knows?

you girls again. I'm going to write to Carolyn once in a while now and if we should decide to move there, we

e, "is that you never know what is going to turn up. It's like a big mystery story, with little clues that you miss when you're read

ilosopher, Caroly

all," remarked Carolyn. "But Betty would find somethin

dom that she knew was comical. "It's what you've got in your little inside

lets and rivers and lakes. It was such a place as city people love to find, for while it was being

f trees and growths that made Betty exclaim with pleasure, as she had before, passing through this to her new country. She had kept account of all states through which she had passed and concluded that she was becoming quite a trav

f a grove, where stood a large house, new but of a "dear old-fashioned" colonial type; and Mr. Gwyn

ard hill to climb, just this gentle rise and t

waves beating upon the shore not too far away! Its fresh breezes gently moved the trees and through them in the other direction a red sun was sinkin

of pictures of the house and grounds and get

e, Carolyn, right in the oc

dfish among the sha

n't have th

n, "and we've been near this place before, you kno

whose limits were uncertain as they strayed off into a little grove chiefly of spruces and pines. Hasty letters home were written by Kathryn an

eelings of wanting to stay in bed and having to get up to get ready for school came over her. Then she laughed and sat up, looking across at the two other cots, where Carolyn, by w

y would not be wakened in time by more or less weary parents or maid and cook who had been instructed not to have breakfast too

rolyn knew, down a little hill, down a few steps, then to the beach not far from the accredited bathing place

missed none of the thrill that she had expected. A short swim in the unaccustomed element, salty and "different," and Betty was ready for the quick re

early dip, girls?"

like it, Daddy?

I should say, and our little Gypsy spar

laughed Carolyn. "She found it a little bit chilly, bu

is perfectly lovely here! I'm s

hat you will help our