It proved to be a piece of twisted paper tied about the middle and attached to Snip’s collar. “Hold him still,” said Chub, “and I’ll get it off.” The others had gathered around and, in spite of Snip’s struggles--he laboring under the delusion that Chub wanted to play with him--the paper was untied and unfolded amid the breathless interest of the group. “It’s ‘W. N.’ again!” cried Chub. “Poetry, too! Listen, fellows! “A man with his clothes on the line With friends is unable to dine; So he shivers and frets And sends his regrets By messenger No. K 9.” “But--but how did he manage to get hold of Snip?” marveled Dick. They all talked at once for a minute and great excitement reigned at Camp Torohadik. Finally Harry’s voice triumphed above the babel. “I think it’s perfectly wonderful!” she exclaimed. “Snip will never go near strangers. It just shows that he must be a beautiful character!” “Who?” asked Dick. “The dog?” “No, the poet,” replied Harry, earnestly. “Couldn’t we lend him some clothes, Roy?” “Yes, if we knew his size. But we don’t. He may be as big as all outdoors or as small as Chub.” “We might offer to do it, anyway,” said Chub, ignoring the insult. “I’ve got a shirt he can take, and a sweater--” “And he can have my duck trousers,” said Dick. “We might take them over to him and tell him we’d be glad to have him come, no matter if he wasn’t dressed quite conventionally.” “Who’ll go?” asked Chub. “Tie the things on to Snip and let him take them,” Roy said. “I don’t mind going,” Dick volunteered. “Get your shirt and sweater, Chub, and I’ll find those trousers. I dare say he has shoes and stockings. It’s a jolly good lark, anyhow, isn’t it?” “It’s downright exciting,” answered Chub. “I’m all of a tremble. Want me to go along?” “Oh, no, Chub,” said Harry, earnestly. “You mustn’t! It might embarrass him if so many went. Let Dick go alone. Tell him we don’t mind what he wears, Dick; that we will feel--feel much honored--and pleased--” “Tell him we’ll send the carriage for him in a quarter of an hour,” interrupted Roy unkindly. “You’d better take Snip along to show you the way.” Perhaps Snip understood what Roy said. At all events, he jumped up at once and bounded over to where Dick was bundling the garments under his arm, wagging his tail and barking hysterically. “Snip, too, has fallen victim to the charms of the Unknown One,” said Chub. “Tell Seth that I’ve got a necktie he can have if he’s fussy, and that if he wants me to, I’ll go over and tie it for him.” “All right; but you’d better put the supper back on the stove so it won’t be all cold if he does come. I’ll be right back and let you know.” Dick, with Snip running excitedly ahead, moved toward the path leading to Lookout and Outer Beach. “Be sure and tell him, Dick, that we don’t mind what he wears,” called Harry. “Tell him we’re none of us dressed up, and that--” “Dear young lady, say no more!”