There's an old curtain that can be hung between those two trees any time we want to play charades." "Swing that hammock over there, Ranald," she called, nodding to a clump of trees near the spring.

"Then some of you boys can carry this chest back to Dinah." She pointed to the old army mess-chest, that always accompanied them on their picnics and outings.
"The Ogre can do that," said the Little Captain, nodding toward Joe Clark, who stood leaning lazily against a tree.
"Do it yourself, Frog-Eye Fearsome," retorted Joe, at the same time coming forward to help carry the chest to the place assigned it.
"They'll never be able to get away from those names," said Miss Allison.
"Well, what is it, my Princess Winsome ?" she asked, as Lloyd came running up to her.
"Please take care of these for me, Miss Allison," answered Lloyd, holding out Hero's shoulder-bags, which she had just taken from him.

"I put on his things when we started, for mothah says nobody evah knows what's goin' to happen in camp, and we might need those bandages." Tumbling them into Miss Allison's lap, she was off again in breathless haste, to follow the other girls, who were exploring the tents, and exclaiming over all the queer make-shifts of camp life.

Then they raced down to the waterfall, and, taking off shoes and stockings, waded up and down in the brook.

These early fall days were as warm as August, so wading was not yet one of the forbidden pastimes.