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Clyde and I could not have been engaged before we went into camp; then Mr. Raybold would have had no reason to bother me, and I should have had no trouble with Martin." "Martin!" cried Mrs. Archibald. "What of him?" "Oh, he was in love with me too," replied the young girl, "and we had talks about it, and I sent him away.
Archibald tell you," said she, "that we have invited Mr. Clyde and Mr. Raybold to supper to-night?" The guide stopped and smiled. "She told me," said he, "but I don't know that it was altogether necessary." "I suppose you mean," said Margery, "that they are here so much; but I don't wonder; they must do awfully poor cooking for themselves.
Before he had time to complete his sentence Martin Sanders sprang into the scene. "What is it?" he exclaimed, with a glare at Raybold, as if he suspected why he had been called. "Martin," said Margery, with a good deal of sharpness in her voice, "I want you to take down this hammock and carry it away. I can't stay here any longer.
"There's been times," said she, "when you was tellin' the story of the bear cubs and the condensed milk, when I wished I had died when I was younger, or else you had." "Perhaps," said Miss Raybold, in a clear, decisive voice, "Mr. Matlack may know hunting stories that will be new to all of us, but before he begins them I have something which I would like to say." "All right," said Mrs.
He thought it would be scarcely wise to attempt to speak to Margery again that morning; he would give her time for her anger to cool. She was only a woman, and he knew women! "It's that Raybold," said Margery. "He knows no more about rowing than a cat, and he's floating sideways down the lake. Good! Now I can go out and hope to be let alone. I don't know when he will ever get that boat back again.
Why didn't you go and do it just as you brought your tent here? Did you think that if you had a permit from me for that sort of sport you could warn off trespassers?" "It was something of that kind," said Raybold, "although I should not have put it in that trifling way." "Then I will remark," said Mr.
"I've got to keep my eye on her," said Matlack to himself, as he went to the cabin; "she's never been broke to no harness." Mr. Raybold did not shoot Mr. Clyde, nor did he shoot anything else. Mr. Clyde did shoot a bird, but it fell into the water at a place where the shore was very marshy, and it was impossible for him to get it.
Archibald, under her tree, her basket of stockings all darned and her novel at its culminating point of interest, was the only visible occupant of Camp Rob, when Corona Raybold came walking towards her, an obvious purpose in her handsome face, which was somewhat flushed by exercise. "I do not think," she said, as soon as she was near enough for Mrs.
I am going to make a birch-bark bedspread out of it. I'll cover a sheet with these pieces, you see, and sew them on. Then I can have autographs on them, and mottoes, and when I cover myself up with it I shall really feel like a dryad." "And here is what I have brought," said Mr. Raybold, holding up an armful of bark.
When he reached Camp Rob the first person he saw was Miss Raybold, standing near her tent with a roll of paper in her hand. The moment she perceived him she walked rapidly towards him. "Good-morning," she said. "Did you know that the Archibalds had gone? I never was so amazed in all my life. I was eating my breakfast when a man and a cart drove up to their cabin, and Mrs.
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