"It is not charity," said Wyn, firmly, opening her purse. "And I'll quickly show you why it is not. You see, Polly Jolly--and I want you to smile at me and look as though you fitted that name. You see, I am captain of the Go-Ahead Club." "The Go-Ahead Club?" "Yes. We are six girls. We each own canoes. And we are just _crazy_ to spend next summer under canvas." "You are going camping?" "That is our intention," Wyn said, nodding. "Oh, then! come up to Lake Honotonka," cried Polly. "I can show you beautiful places to camp, and we can have lots of fun----" "That likewise is our intention," broke in Wyn. "We have just decided to camp for the summer on the shore of the lake. Rather, our parents, guardians, and the cat, have finally agreed to our plans. We shall come up there the week after the Academy closes." "Now, we want you, Polly, to find us the very best camping place, to arrange everything for us, and don't have it too far from your place, and from Meade's Forge. I expect the Busters will camp on one of the islands. The Busters, you see, are our boy friends who are likewise going to the lake. They were there last year with Professor Skillings." "I remember them," said Polly, wonderingly. "And you and your girl friends are coming?" "Just the surest thing you know, Polly," declared Wyn. "So you are going to take this twenty dollars," and she suddenly thrust the bill into the other girl's hand and closed her fingers over it. "Then, next summer, we shall let you pay it back in perfectly legitimate charges, for we'll want you and your father to help us a good deal. "Now, what say, Polly Jolly? Will you please let your face fit your name--as I have rechristened you? Smile, my dear--smile!" "I could cry again, Wyn--you are so kind!" half sobbed the other girl. "Now, you stop all that foolishness--a great, big girl like you!" exclaimed Wyn. "Turn off the sprinkler, as Dave Shepard says. Get right up now and go briskly about your buying. And write to me when you get home and write just as often as you can till we meet at the lake this summer." "You dear!" ejaculated Polly. "You're another. How will I address you--at the Forge?" "Yes, and you must give me your address," said the boatman's daughter, eagerly. Wyn did so. The two girls, such recent but already such warm friends, kissed each other and Polly Jarley went briskly away toward Market Street. Wyn stopped on the bench for several minutes and watched the girl from Lake Honotonka walk away, while a smile wreathed her lips and a warm light lingered in her brown eyes. CHAPTER V BESSIE LAVINE Suddenly a gay voice hailed Wyn. "Hi, Captain of the Go-Aheads! What are you doing, mooning here?" "Why, Bess!" returned Wyn, turning to greet Bessie Lavine. "I didn't see you coming along." "No; but I saw you, my noble captain." "Going shopping?"