“Let’s leave him a note and put it on the berries,” said Chub. After some discussion this plan was agreed to. Dick supplied a scrap of paper from the back of an envelop and Chub had a pencil at the end of his watch chain. “I suppose this ought to be in rhyme,” said Chub, “but it’s beyond me.” “Oh, never mind that,” said Roy. “We can’t all be poets.” “Well, how will this do? ‘The pleasure of W. N.’s company is cordially requested at Camp Torohadik this evening at six thirty for supper. R.S.V.P.’ Is that all right?” “Dandy!” cried Harry. “Fine,” said Dick and Roy in unison. “Only,” added Roy, “I’d leave off the ‘R.S.V.P.’ part of it. We don’t want him coming around this afternoon while we’re away.” “That’s so,” laughed Chub, cancelling the letters, “the tent’s only pegged down.” “If he’d wanted to steal anything he could have done it when he left that note,” said Harry indignantly. “Please be careful how you speak of Harry’s poet,” begged Dick, “or we won’t get any more doughnuts and cookies.” They placed the can of berries with the note on top of it beside the smoldering ashes and, calling Snip, who was trying very hard to eat an egg-shell, they returned to camp. Later Roy and Chub went canoeing down the river while Dick and Harry and Snip rowed over to the landing in the skiff and went up to the Cottage to see if there was any news of the launch. They found word from the freight agent that the boat had arrived and was awaiting the consignee at the wharf at Silver Cove. It was too late to go after it to-day, so, after Harry had begged for and received half a loaf of cake from her mother, they returned to the landing and set forth in search of Chub and Roy to tell them the news. The canoe was finally descried half a mile above Fox Island and Dick rowed toward it. That its occupants had not been entirely upon pleasure bent was evident from the pile of wood which lay in the middle of the craft. Firewood was getting low at Camp Torohadik and the cargo would be welcome. When within hailing distance Dick shouted his news: “Fellows, the launch is here!” Chub looked around him and searched the horizon. “Where?” he shouted back. “Down at the Cove,” answered Dick. “We’ll go down the first thing in the morning and bring it up. What do you say?” “Sure,” answered Roy. “I suppose it’s too late to go this evening?” “Yes, I guess so. Besides, we’ve got company coming to supper, you know, and I’ll have to get busy pretty soon. Mrs. Emery gave us a whole half a cake.” “That’s rank partiality,” grumbled Chub as the two boats drew together. “Here we’ve been camping out for over a week and not a bit of cake have I seen. And now, just because the Licensed Poet is going to take supper with us, Harry brings a whole half loaf! Gee! Wish I was a poet!” “You always have cake when there’s company,” answered Harry.