"Love ye? _Love_ ye, did ye say?" laughed the cook. "Be off wid ye now an' lave me in pace or ye'll not get a smirch of a flapjack to yer supper. Shoo!" and she waved them off with her apron. As the laughing girls turned away from the kitchen, Mary Hastings came towards them from the other side of the camp. "What's the matter, Molly? You look as sober as an owl!" cried Louise who never looked sober. "It's Myra--she isn't here. Miss Grandis and I have hunted all over the camp for her," Mary answered. "You know she started for Kent's Corners before we went berrying." "So she did," cried another girl, the merriment dying out of her eyes. "You don't suppose she really went there?" "Myra Karr--alone--to Kent's Corners? Never in the world," Louise flung out carelessly. "She's somewhere about. Let's call her." She lifted her voice and called aloud, "Myra, Myra, My-raa!" At the call Mrs. Royall came hastily towards them. "Where is Myra? Didn't she go berrying with us?" she inquired. "No," Louise explained lightly. "Bunny got her back up this morning and said she was going alone to Kent's Corners, but of course she didn't. She's started that stunt half a dozen times and always backed out. She's just around somewhere." But Mrs. Royall still looked troubled. "She must be found," she said with quick decision. "Get the megaphone, Louise, and call her with that." Still laughing, Louise obeyed. Her clear voice carried well, and many keen young ears were strained for the response that did not come. In the silence that followed a second call, Mrs. Royall spoke to another girl. "Edith, get your bugle and sound the recall. If that does not bring her, two of you must hurry over to the farm and harness Billy into the buggy; and I will drive to Kent's Corners at once." The girls were no longer laughing. "You don't think anything could have happened to Myra, Mrs. Royall?" one of them questioned anxiously. "Almost all of us have walked over there. I went alone and so did Mary." "I know, but Myra is such a timid little thing. She cannot do what most of you can." Edith Rue came running back with her bugle, and in a moment the notes of the recall floated out on the still summer air. It was a rigid rule of the camp that the recall should be promptly answered by any girl within hearing, so when, in the silence that followed, no response was heard, Mrs. Royall sent the two girls for the horse and buggy. "Have them here as quickly as possible," she called after them. Before the messengers were out of sight, however, there was an outcry behind them. "Why, there she is! There's Myra now!" and every face turned towards the small figure coming from the clump of evergreens, her eyes still half-dazed with sleep. With an exclamation of relief, Mrs. Royall hurried to meet her. "Where were you, child? Didn't you hear us calling you?" she asked.