Blue Bonnet thought deeply for a moment. "I know," she cried; "don't you remember Carita, Carita Judson,--my missionary girl!" "I wonder if they're related!" exclaimed Sarah. "She lives in Texas, you know." "We must ask him in the morning," said Blue Bonnet. Early the next day Mr. Ashe despatched one of the Mexicans with a letter from Knight Judson to his uncle at the Big Spring. "Tell him not to expect you until he sees you," Mr. Ashe admonished the youth. "You must stay until that wrist is perfectly well." "You're very good, sir," replied Knight warmly. He was not at all averse to spending any length of time in this pleasant place; he and Alec had fraternized at once, and he welcomed the chance to know the bright Eastern boy better; as for the girls, there were too many of them, he thought. At breakfast Blue Bonnet opened fire on him. "Carita!" he exclaimed. "Am I any relation to her? Well, I guess yes--she's my cousin! Do you know her?" "I don't exactly know her," Blue Bonnet confessed, "--but we have--corresponded." She stopped abruptly; it was impossible to tell Knight about the missionary box; he might feel sensitive about it. Happily Sarah came to the rescue. "Father knows the Reverend Mr. Judson," she remarked. "Is he your uncle?" "Yes,--and Carita's father," he explained. "You see, Uncle Bayard has charge of a summer camp for boys up at the Big Spring; he has had it for several years,--we have wonderful times there. A few days ago I had a letter from my cousin George in Chicago asking me to look up his friend Abbott, who had been ordered to Texas for his health. Abbott was at the Spring with us last summer, but it didn't agree with him, so he came to Kooch's. I was on my way there when--" "When!" exclaimed Kitty dramatically. "We've heard what happened. We ought to have known better than to let a tenderfoot like Blue Bonnet go off with no protector but Sarah." "It wasn't Blue Bonnet's fault," protested Sarah indignantly. "I was driving." "And I suppose you drive as scientifically as you swim?" mocked Kitty. Knight looked up with twinkling eyes; evidently the We are Sevens were not all of Sarah's type. Blue Bonnet he had already put in a class by herself. "Please tell us some more about the boys' camp," begged Blue Bonnet, "I've heard about the Big Spring, and Uncle has promised to take me there. But, somehow, he never seems to get time. Is it a camp just for boys?--it sounds so interesting." "It's one of Uncle's fads," Knight returned, showing by his tone that he was rather proud of "Uncle's fad." "He's tremendously interested in boys and has started a sort of 'get together' movement for fellows who live on big ranches and farms and don't get a chance to see much of other young people--" "Like me!" Blue Bonnet nodded.