It is all nonsense about it not being proper for us to go to the camp.

Cousin Elizabeth is mighty nice and sweet, but she's an old fogy to talk that way.

And she needn't think she has stopped me.

I may not get there to-day, but I'll go to that camp before I go back to New York if it's the last thing I do." She sprang out of the hammock and walked haughtily down the path, her head held high, and her pink ruffles switching angrily from side to side.

Betty followed at a safe distance, reaching the house in time to see Joyce and Lloyd come down, ready for their ride.