Mrs. Clyde smiled and pushed the hair back from the girl's hot brow. "Where is Carita?" "She rode on to tell her mother we had arrived. She'll be over later." Blue Bonnet glanced around the group. Every one looked warm, dusty, tired. And there was supper to get and beds to make! "What shall we do first, Grandmother?" Her manner was not exactly eager. "First, we must all wash and brush up, for we are invited out to dinner!" Mrs. Clyde departed to suit the action to the words. "Invited out--?" Blue Bonnet gazed at the girls incredulously. "The boys of Camp Judson, represented by Knight, have invited us over there--" "And we didn't waste any time in accepting!" "Wasn't it thoughtful of them?" Blue Bonnet beamed on every one. "Now aren't you glad we brought the pinoche?" "Let's go and dress," Debby urged. "Dress?" echoed Blue Bonnet. "What are you going to wear--your pink panne velvet or your yellow chiffon?" "Why, Blue Bonnet," said Sarah, "you know we haven't any clothes with us but these!" Blue Bonnet groaned. "Then why is that worldly-minded Debby talking about dressing for dinner?" "I meant wash and comb our hair," Debby protested. "Where's the wash-basin, Blue Bonnet? I saw you with it when we were packing," said Sarah. Blue Bonnet clapped a hand to her brow. "I think I put it in with the frying-pan." "Are you sure it isn't in the bread-box?" Kitty asked. "I wouldn't be sure it isn't." Blue Bonnet began a hasty search in the camp-wagon. Box after box was rummaged through, utensil after utensil picked up hopefully, only to disappoint when brought to the surface. "There's no help for it," declared Debby, "we'll have to go and wash in the creek." "Why, there may be campers below," said Sarah in a shocked tone, "and they wouldn't like to--" "You needn't draw a diagram, Sarah," interrupted Blue Bonnet. "A word to the wise, you know. I'll polish off with cold cream." And she vanished. Sarah, armed with towel and soap emerged from her tent a few minutes later and made her way through the willows to the creek. Blue Bonnet spying her called tauntingly: "Campers below!" "I'm only going to wet one corner," Sarah went on calmly. "Which corner--northeast or southwest?" "Of the towel, of course." Then a minute later she called, "Girls, come quick!" There was an immediate stampede to the creek. "What is it--lions?" asked Amanda. Sarah pointed without speaking. There, bending over an old tree-stump, admirably fashioned for a wash-stand, was the Senora calmly washing herself--in the basin. "I found it here all ready for us," she explained. "And see--here's a nail on this little tree ready for a mirror, and branches just made to hang towels on." "Alec and Knight haven't left a thing for me to see to," remarked Blue Bonnet. "I'm going to stop worrying." "Oh, you were worrying, were you?" asked Kitty. "We'll know the symptoms next time."