"Even _that_ would not satisfy Bessie Lavine," said Frankie, with a little laugh. "You know--Bess is 'awful sot in her ways.' When she has made up her mind that a thing is so, you can't shake it out of her with a charge of dynamite!" "You never tried the dynamite; did you, Frank?" queried Wyn, smiling. "No! But I've wanted to--at times." "Bessie is like her father--obstinate. It is a family trait Yet, once get her turned around--show her that she has been wrong and unfair to anybody--and she can't do too much for her to prove how sorry she is." "That's right! look how she talked against the boys--especially against Dave Shepard. And now you can just wager she won't be able to do enough for him to show how grateful she is for being pulled out of the water," laughed Frank. Mr. Jarley was ready to load the boat for them, and Polly came back with the key to the shack. Polly could not go over to the camp, for both she and her father could not leave the landing at once. Some fishermen might come along at any time to hire a boat. The season was opening now, and after the "lean months" that had gone by, the Jarleys had to be on the watch for every dollar that might come their way. "It seems an awfully hard life for such a man--and for Polly," whispered Wyn to her companion. "I'd just _love_ to have Polly for a member of our club." "So would I," agreed Frank. "She's just as sweet as she can be. But Bess would go right up in the air!" "Oh, I know it," sighed Wyn. "Somehow we have got to make Bessie Lavine see the error of her ways. Oh, dear! why can't people be nice to each other all the time?" "Goodness me, Wyn Mallory!" exclaimed Frank. "What do you expect while there still remains 'original sin' in the world? That seems to have been left out of _your_ constitution; but most of the rest of us have our share." CHAPTER X THE "HAPPY DAY" That day the camp upon the hill overlooking Lake Honotonka was completed. Mr. Jarley was very helpful, for beside laying the floors of the two tents, and setting up the stove, he built for the girls an open-air fireplace of flat rocks, dragged up from the shore; set up their plank dining table, cut and set three posts for their clothes-line (for they were to do their own laundry work), dug shallow ditches all around the tents, with a drain to carry off any water that might collect; built an "overlook-seat" at the foot of a big birch which overhung the water, and did countless other little services which most of the Go-Ahead Club appreciated. Bessie Lavine did not come back from the berrying expedition until Mr. Jarley had gone back to the landing; and of course she hadn't much to say about the change in the appearance of things. But the other girls were enthusiastic. "And now we must have a name for the camp," said Mrs. Havel, as they sat down to the oilcloth-covered table to dinner.