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Title: Dorothy Dale's Camping Days
Author: Margaret Penrose

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DOROTHY DALE'S CAMPING DAYS
by
MARGARET PENROSE
Author of "Dorothy Dale: a Girl of To-Day," "Dorothy Dale at Glenwood School," "Dorothy Dale's Great Secret," "The Motor Girls," "The Motor Girls at Lookout Beach," etc.
Illustrated
New York Cupples & Leon Company
1911

[Illustration: She slid into the frail bark, and started off.]

+------------------------------------------------+ | BOOKS BY MARGARET PENROSE | | | | Cloth. Illustrated. | | | | THE DOROTHY DALE SERIES | | | | | | DOROTHY DALE: A GIRL OF TO-DAY | | DOROTHY DALE AT GLENWOOD SCHOOL | | DOROTHY DALE'S GREAT SECRET | | DOROTHY DALE AND HER CHUMS | | DOROTHY DALE'S QUEER HOLIDAYS | | DOROTHY DALE'S CAMPING DAYS | | (Other volumes in preparation) | | | | * * * * * | | | | THE MOTOR GIRLS SERIES | | | | THE MOTOR GIRLS | | Or A Mystery of the Road | | THE MOTOR GIRLS ON A TOUR | | Or Keeping a Strange Promise | | THE MOTOR GIRLS AT LOOKOUT BEACH | | Or In Quest of the Runaways | | THE MOTOR GIRLS THROUGH NEW | | ENGLAND. Or Held by the Gypsies | | (Other volumes in preparation) | | | | Cupples & Leon Co., Publishers, New York | +------------------------------------------------+

CONTENTS
CHAPTER
I.
OUT OF A HAYRICK
II. TAVIA GOES BO-PEEPING
III. THE DISASTROUS DRAG
IV. THE PREMATURE CAMP
V. THE SEARCH
VI. OFF FOR CAMP
VII. CAMP C.C.
VIII. THE WILD ANIMAL
IX. A STRANGE MEETING
X. THE DISAPPEARANCE OF TAVIA
XI. WHEN THE BOYS CAME
XII. THE EDGY-EDGE!
XIII. THE SAD AWAKENING
XIV. TAVIA'S MISTAKE
XV. WHEN THE TRAIN CAME IN
XVI. A HARROWING EXPERIENCE
XVII. STRANGER STILL
XVIII. MISTAKEN IDENTITY
XIX. CAMPING DAYS
XX. HAPLESS TAVIA
XXI. AT THE SANITARIUM
XXII. THE CLEW
XXIII. DOROTHY'S ESCAPE
XXIV. A LONELY RIDE
XXV. LOOKING FOR TAVIA
XXVI. DOROTHY'S SUCCESS
XXVII. ONE KIND OF CAMP
XXVIII. GOOD NEWS
XXIX. THE ROUND-UP--CONCLUSION
CHAPTER I
OUT OF A HAYRICK
"Oh, my!" exclaimed one girl.
"Oh, mine!" amended another.
"Oh, ours!" called out a third.
Then there was one awful bump, and the chorus was understood.
The old-style hay wagon, which was like a big crib, wobbled from side to side. The young ladies followed its questionable example, and some of them "sort of" lapped-over on the others.
"Dorothy Dale!" gasped one particularly sensitive member of the party, "we thought when you vouched for this affair that it would turn out all right!"
"But it hasn't turned out anything yet," replied Dorothy, "although we all came pretty near it--that time."
She clasped her hand around one of the braces of the hayrick, evidently determined that should she be "turned out" her arm would be responsible.
"That's just like you, Nita Brant," declared Tavia Travers, the latter really being manager of the occasion. "When I go to work, and hire a car like this, and especially stipulate that the ride shall be--rural--you kick on the bumps."
But scarcely had she uttered these words, when a "bump" came, with neither time nor opportunity for Nita's "kick." In fact, it was remarkable that the old hay wagon did not actually carry out its threat, to roll over in the direction toward which it wobbled.
"If you young ladies care to ride any farther," called out a man from the front of the wagon, "you better be still. I ain't put no corks in the holes in the bottom of this autymobile."
He chuckled at his own joke. The holes were only too apparent to the fair occupants of the hay wagon.
"Oh, it's all right, Sam," called back Tavia, "the only thin member of the party, who might by any chance fall through a hole, is dying from bumps, and we have a good hold on her. If you could see through the hay you would behold the human chain in action," and she gave Nita such a jerk that the latter declared the bumps were lovely, and begged to be allowed to do her own experimenting with them.
"He laughs best who laughs least," misquoted Dorothy, as the wagon continued to jog along. "I don't exactly like the--er--contour of the hill we are approaching."
"Why, that's the real thing in hills," declared Tavia. "I planned this road purposely to 'tobog' down that hill."
"I hope the old horses are hooked up securely," remarked