"And it's not at all likely I ever shall.

There are bugs and things," she added vaguely, "and snakes that wriggle about." "I've always wanted to lie and dream by a camp fire," mused Diane, unconscious of a certain startled flutter of Aunt Agatha's dressing gown, "to hear the wind rising in the forest and the lap of the lake against the shore." She wheeled abruptly, her eyes bright with excitement.

"And I'm going to try it." "To sleep by a lake in springtime!" gasped Aunt Agatha in great distress.

"Diane, I beg of you, _don't_ do it! I once knew a man who slept out somewhere--such a nice man, too!--and something bit him--a heron, I think, or a herring.

No! It couldn't have been either.
Isn't it funny how I do forget! Strangest thing! But to sleep by a lake in springtime, think of that!" "Oh, no, no, no, Aunt Agatha!" laughed Diane.