I fear we are losing too much sleep these nights." While they were preparing for bed Miss Elting took a final look at the camp of the Tramp Club.

There was activity there, but not nearly so much of it as the last time she had examined the camp through her glasses.
The guardian smiled grimly at thought of the surprise they had given those fun-loving boys.

They had thought to make good their boast to get the better of the Meadow-Brook Girls, but had met an ignominious defeat.
"I should not be surprised to see that camp deserted to-morrow morning," mused Miss Elting.

"I hope not.

They are nice boys." "Are they coming out again ?" asked a voice at the guardian's side.
"No, Harriet.