"I am arranging for that," spoke Grace. "Papa's half-brother lives in Cameron. He and his wife maintain a sort of camp there for those who love the woods and outdoors. Mamma has written, and arrangements will be made for us to have a cabin or bungalow there for a few days." "Won't it be glorious!" cried Mollie, taking Amy in a waltzing hold and whirling about the room with her, while she hummed a dreamy song. They were at Betty's house discussing their coming trip, and it was nearly supper time when they dispersed. Grace insisted on accompanying Amy part of the way home. "I don't want you to faint again and be all by yourself," she said. "Silly! I shall do nothing of the sort," declared Amy, but Grace had her way. It was the next afternoon, when Betty and Grace were having a game of tennis on the court that had been laid out back of the High School, that Alice Jallow and Kittie Rossmore came past, arm in arm. They paused for a moment to watch the game, and during a lull Alice remarked: "When does the tramping club start?" "As soon as school closes," replied Betty, for the term ended unusually early that year. "Have you the party all made up?" inquired Kittie, and it was evident that she had a reason for asking. "Pretty much," answered Betty, wondering what was to follow. "It's your serve," she added to Grace. "Alice and I are very fond of walking," proceeded Kittie. "We thought if the Camping and Tramping Club was to be a general one--that is, if you wanted more members--we'd like to join." Betty caught her breath. It was a hard answer to give. "I'm awfully sorry," she said softly, coming over to where Alice and Kittie stood. "If we had known before we might have arranged it. But our membership is limited to four now." "You four, I presume," and there was almost a sneer in the voice of Alice as she looked at the four chums. "Yes, it so happens. You see we are going to stop each night at the houses of friends or relatives, and of course--" "I see--the accommodations are limited; are they?" and again that sneer was manifest. "Yes, they are, I'm sorry to say," spoke Betty. "But why don't you girls form another club? You could easily do that, and we could be together all day, if not at night. Why don't you?" she asked, brightly. "We might," said Alice, cooly. "Come on, Kittie," she added. "I guess we're not wanted here." "The idea!" cried Mollie. "Betty, I've a good notion to--" "Hush!" cautioned Betty, placing a hand on the arm of her impetuous chum. "Don't say anything. It will only make matters worse. They are trying to provoke us." Kittie and Alice walked off, their arms about each other's waist, laughing heartily at something in which they seemed to find a good joke. "Let us finish the game," suggested Betty quietly to Grace, and they did. "I don't see how they could be so bold as to ask us," murmured Mollie.