"But I am sure they will not be. Douglas is seeing about it now and she says they have plenty of dry bed linen. You had better have some coffee and I will dance with you until you get sleepy." "Egad, that would be very pleasant! I am going back to the city tomorrow and I could sleep on the train, perhaps." "Oh, please don't go tomorrow. I thought you would be here over Sunday and we might get up a little crowd and go sit on the rocks and read aloud or something." "Well, if it clears I may change my mind." "It has already cleared! Goody! Goody! Now you will have to stay. Wouldn't the old-fashioned waltz go well with that record Helen has just put on? Do you know I adore the old-fashioned waltz?" As the old-fashioned waltz was the only thing that staid bachelor could dance, never having been able to master the new dances, this put him in rare good humor. He swallowed his coffee hastily, pronouncing it excellent, and in a twinkling he and Dee were dancing the dances of the early eighties and one more week-ender was saved to the Carters to give the camp a good name. After a severe storm sometimes it is more of a wonder what the damage isn't than what it is. It seems at the time that nothing will ever be dry and straight again, and then in a very short while the world looks normal once more. Camp Carter recuperated in a miraculous manner. Only one tent had been blown away and those that stood the test of wind had also stood the test of rain. Some of the blankets were damp but most of them, thanks to Lewis' foresight, had been protected. The drainage on the side of a mountain is naturally perfect so there were no disconcerting puddles, and the rocky paths were hardly muddy, so hard and driving had been the downpour. Lewis and Bill Tinsley went with Douglas and Nan to take stock of the damage and to repair what they could. Their relief was great at the state of affairs until they entered the cabin. The wind and rain had gone straight through it. The pretty rag rugs were sopping wet and, as I have said before, all the dainty finery spread out on the bed, was blown hither and yon. Douglas looked at the havoc in dismay. Would her mother want to buy more things to replace these that were ruined? She missed the pretty hat intended for her own fair head and was in a measure relieved that she would not have to wear it. "Let's build a fire immediately," and Nan began to pile up paper and chips in the open fireplace, the cabin boasting the one chimney in camp where a fire was possible. "Now this will dry out the room before mother comes in to go to bed." "Yes, and we had better put a cot in here for Bobby, now that our tent is blown off," suggested Lewis. "But where will you and Bill sleep?" asked Douglas. "Oh, we can curl up on the floor of the pavilion. Our cots are soaking. I kept the blankets dry, though." "But I am so afraid you won't be comfortable."