The Motor Girls on Cedar Lake; Or, the Hermit of Fern Island

"Oh, Cora! Isn't this perfectly splendid!" exclaimed Bess Robinson. "Delightful!" chimed in her twin sister, Belle. "I'm glad you like it," said Cora Kimball, the camp hostess. "I felt that you would, but one can never be sure-especially of Belle. Jack said she would fall a prey to that clump of white birches over there, and would want to paint pictures on the bark. But I fancied she would take more surely to the pines; they are so strong-and, like the big boys-always to be depended on. But not a word about camp now. Something more important is on. My new motor boat has just arrived!"