After breakfast they went fishing about two miles up the river and had fairly good luck. Chub had wanted to go in the launch, but Dick had declared that he wasn’t going to have the _Pup_ all messed up with bait and fish-scales. So they took the canoe and the rowboat, and by the time they were back in camp and the fish were sizzling in the pan they were four of the hungriest persons extant. The boys did full justice to the doughnuts and praised Harry’s cooking ability until she blushed with pleasure. “Oh, these are dead easy to make,” she said. “I only wish I could make cake, though.” “I’ll show you any time you like,” said Chub kindly. “I’ve taken prizes for my cake.” “I guess you mean for eating it,” laughed Harry. “Oh, but just you all wait! On my birthday I’m going to have the biggest cake you ever saw! It’s going to be fourteen inches across on top and it’s going to have pink and white icing all over it and sixteen candles!” “By jove!” cried Roy. “I’d forgotten about your birthday. Is it this week, Harry?” “Yes, Thursday, and I shall be--” “_Thursday!_” exclaimed Chub sharply. The others stared at him in surprise. “Why, yes,” said Harry. “Do you object to Thursday?” asked Roy sarcastically. “Because if you do Harry can change it.” “No,” muttered Chub, “but I didn’t know it was so soon.” “He’s worried because he’s forgotten to buy you that diamond necklace,” explained Dick. “How old will you be, Harry? Not sixteen?” “Sixteen!” declared Harry proudly. “Isn’t that lovely? And I’m going to have a birthday party at the Cottage. And you are all invited.” “Hum,” said Roy suspiciously, “who else is coming?” “Oh, just some of the girls I know,” answered Harry carelessly. But she looked at the boys anxiously. Roy shook his head. “I guess that lets us out, Harry,” he said. “I wouldn’t dare take Chub into society. He’d probably eat the candles off the cake or drink out of his finger-bowl.” “Oh, I think that’s mean!” Harry cried disappointedly. “I wanted you to come!” “Too many girls,” grunted Dick. “Can’t stand them in bunches like that. I get nervous for fear I’ll tread on one of ’em.” “I tell you what we will do, though,” said Roy. “We’ll give you another birthday party here in camp in the evening, and it’ll be a dandy, too! What do you say to that?” “Oh, that would be nice!” said Harry rapturously. Then her face fell again. “But I did so want you to come to the Cottage, Roy!” “Much obliged,” murmured Dick. “Oh, I meant all of you,” declared Harry, “and you know very well I did.” “I’m not afraid of a few girls,” said Chub. “I’ll go, Harry.” “You’ll stay right here,” answered Roy. “I’d just like to see you at a girl’s party!” “I’ve been to lots of them,” said Chub loftily. “I’m a great success at functions of that sort. At home they can’t do without me.”