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e. Every one jumps out of bed, although a few have already

he instructors, go through a course of calisthenics, after which they go down to the water for a scrub and plunge, brush their

, which is a block square, several times. Good exercise for them, at the

substantial food, that will put strength in

in view, plan to go out for practice runs or games. But, hold on, noble youths, you have slept in your beds, have you not? Well, like Mr. Squeers' met

aids, to put everything in apple-pie order. This i

elf, from the instructors down to the smallest boy. Each and every one must do his share. Beds are made, tents

between the boys to see who has the most orderly tent for the season. Prizes are awarded to the tent that has the best recor

the orders being given out; the schedule of the games to be played; the list of those to be punished for breaking the rules, etc., etc. On this occasion the bad b

hers for baseball, others for walking trips. For the little boys there is tether ball and the junior bas

o hurry with your bats, tennis rackets and any other thing you may be doing a

swim under water, and just when your heart is in your mouth fo

world like a school of young porpoises. I myself like to go out with them. They take me for a friendly old mother whale and climb all over me, never so happy as

ws. That means all out, and any one caught in after that is kept out for t

ning pants and a pair of sneakers being considered full dress. Long

e. The big boy will write willingly to some of his folks and loves to write to the girls. He does not have to be reminded that Wednesday and Sunday are letter writing days. The middle size

ily yet?" "No," he answered, "I don't know how to spell all the words right. You see, I have never been away from home before and never had to write letters to my mother." "Oh, if that's all that ails you, I am the boss letter writer. So, com

other,

cause you are not with me to hold my hand? I am going to be brave and bite my under lip, and as Biddy says 'Keep a stiff upper lip.' She says half the real truly battl

re out that is the time you feel it the worst. Mother, dear, don't pet little brother too much, because he will miss it like I do when he comes to Camp. I k

how I feel. Biddy says I might just as well make this a purely personal letter and get the whole thin

pe it is, because you can wish to see me when you look up and I will wish to see you. Then there are so many funny noises. The water seems to be creeping up the shore a little way, then falls back again.

le lights in their stomachs, because I saw them. They came and crawled over my netting and th

o used to it. Biddy says if I want to sleep in her room I can, and then I won't be alone. Well, I will try it in the tent to-night, because if you are goin