Pantry House and Bar House led from Dining House to Smoke House, where an olive-faced chef, all in white, was surrounded by burnished copper and a wonderful collection of blue and white. There was Work House with its bench, forge, and lathe for working wood and iron; Power House adjoining; and on the slopes of the mountain back of the camp, Spring House, from which water, ice-cold, at high pressure descended to circulate in the elaborate plumbing of the camp. For guests, there were little houses apart--Rest House, two sleeping-rooms, a bath and a sitting-room; Lone House, in which one person could sleep, keep clean, write letters, or bask on a tiny balcony thrust out between the stems of two pine-trees and overhanging deep water; Bachelor House, to accommodate six of that questionable species. And placed here and there among pines that had escaped the attacks of nature and the greed of man were half a dozen other diminutive houses, accommodating from two to four persons. The Camp was laid out like a little village. It had its streets, paved with pine-needles, its street lamps. It had grown from simple beginnings with the Darling fortune; with the passing of this, it remained, in all its vast and intricate elaboration, like a white elephant upon the family's hands. From time to time they had tried the effect of giving the place a name, but had always come back to "The Camp." As such it was known the length and breadth of the North Woods. It was _The_ Camp, par excellence, in a region devoted to camps and camping. "Other people," the late Mr. Darling once remarked, "have more land, but nobody else has quite as much camp." The property itself consisted of a long, narrow peninsula thrust far out into New Moon Lake, with half a mountain rising from its base. With the exception of a small village at the outlet of the lake, all the remaining lands belonged to the State, and since the State had no immediate use for them and since the average two weeks' campers could not get at them without much portage and expense, they were regarded by the Darlings as their own private preserves. "The Camp," said Mr. Gilpin, "is, of course, a big asset. It is unique, and it is celebrated, at least among the people who might have the means to purchase it and open it. You could ask, and in time, I think, get a very large price." They were gathered in the playroom. Mary, very tall and beautiful, was standing with her back to the fireplace. "Mr. Gilpin," she said, "I have been coming to The Camp off and on for twenty-eight years. I will never consent to its being sold." "Nor I," said Maud. "Though I've only been coming for twenty-six." "In twenty-four years," said Eve, "I have formed an attachment to the place which nothing can break." "Arthur," appealed Mr. Gilpin, "perhaps you have some sense." "I?" said Arthur. "Why? Twenty-two years ago I was born here." "Good old Arthur!" exclaimed the triplets. "We were born here, too--just nineteen years ago."