"I shan't be easy in my mind now till the whole crew's safe back at The Woodlands." "We've taken no harm," Miss Teddington assured him.

"The girls kept dry, and they're as jolly as possible; indeed, I think most of them thoroughly enjoyed the rain." Llyn Gwynedd, after showing what it could do in the way of storms, provided fine weather for the next day.

The ground soon dried, and camp-life continued in full swing.

Mrs.Arnold, herself again after a night's rest, took the morning drill, and led a ramble up the slope of Glyder Garmon in the afternoon.

She was the heart and soul of the "stunt" that evening.
The girls, at any rate, were sorry to say good-bye to the lake on Friday morning, whatever their elders might feel on the subject.
"I hope the Boy Scouts will have as ripping a time as we've had," was the general verdict when, having left the camp in perfect order, the procession set out to tramp down to Aberglyn.
"Barring total immersions in the lake, please," said Mr.Arnold, as he returned the parting salute.
"But that was an opportunity," urged Ulyth.