"I find the same fault with it," replied Bess. "It is not distinctive enough. Now, I don't know that I have the right idea; but I believe that calling the camp after our club wouldn't be so bad. And it would mean something." "Go-Ahead Camp? Or Camp Go-Ahead?" cried Grace. "There's nothing romantic about it, that's sure," objected Mina. "Goodness me! we're not looking for romance, I hope," cried the strong-minded Bess. "Bess is a suffragette in embryo--I declare!" cried Frank, laughing. "How does Camp Cheer sound?" suggested Percy. "Now, that's real nice, _I_ think." "Say, we've got to vote on them, anyway," said Grace. "_We've_ got two votes for Camp Pleasant, Mina." "But hold on!" cried Frank. "Here's one hasn't been heard from. The shrinking violet of all our crew! What's the matter, Wynnie? Can't you decide on a name?" "I thought of one last evening when we were paddling over here from the Forge--before the rain," admitted the captain. "Well! for pity's sake!" gasped Grace. "That's before we even knew it was to have a name." "I didn't think particularly about naming the camp," said Wyn, reflectively, "but from the water, with the squall working up behind us, and the last light of the day lingering on this little hill, the name flashed into my mind." "What is it?" chorused the others. "Do tell us, Wyn!" "Green Knoll." "Just _that_?" cried Grace. "'Green Knoll'? Why! It _was_ green; wasn't it?" "I remember how green it seemed from the lake," added Bess. "It's not a silly name, either. It means something." "I take it all back about 'Birch Tree Camp,'" declared Frank. "'Green Knoll.' There's a dignity about that--as our assistant principal, Miss Hutchins, would say." "It's a fine name, _I_ think," admitted Percy Havel, slowly. "I withdraw Camp Cheer. It may not be so cheerful here all the time--especially if we catch smallpox, as Grace says. But it will _always_ be green up here on the knoll." "As long as we are here to see it, at least," agreed Frankie, nodding. "Say! our Camp Pleasant is swamped!" cried Grace. "What say, Mina? Shall we surrender?" "Green Knoll sounds very pretty," agreed the sweet-tempered Mina Everett. "Oh, girls! do you really all like it?" Wyn cried. "I vote aye!" said Frank, with emphasis. The other four followed in quick succession. "Why, that's lovely of you!" cried the captain of the club. "I--I was afraid nobody would like it but myself." "It's so appropriate," said Bess. "It's all _right_," Frank declared. "I wonder what the Busters will call their camp?" "They named it last fall," said Wyn. "Dave told me. It is Cave-in-the-Wood Camp. Not so bad--eh?" "Pretty good for a parcel of boys," observed Bess. "Well, I'm glad the worry's over," yawned Grace. "Let's go to bed. You know, Percy, we've got to work like slaves to-morrow, so it behooves us to get to bed betimes."