The Motor Maids at Sunrise Camp   By: Katherine Stokes

by

KATHERINE STOKES

Author of "The Motor Maids' School Days," "The Motor Maids by Palm and Pine," "The Motor Maids Across the Continent," "The Motor Maids by Rose, Shamrock and Thistle," "The Motor Maids in Fair Japan," Etc.

With Four Illustrations by Charles L. Wrenn

[Illustration: Presently Mr. Lupo came in with a tray of cups and saucers and a pot of steaming hot coffee. Page 29.]

M. A. Donohue & Company Chicago New York

Copyright, 1914, by Hurst & Company

Made in U. S. A.

CONTENTS

CHAPTER PAGE

I. OFF FOR THE MOUNTAINS 5 II. THE CAMP 19 III. RULES AND REGULATIONS 34 IV. TABLE TOP 50 V. IN THE BOG 67 VI. THE DOCTOR 83 VII. PHOEBE 101 VIII. THE GYPSY COOKS 114 IX. A LESSON BY THE WAYSIDE 132 X. ALBERDINA SCHOENBACHLER 146 XI. A COMEDY OF ERRORS 162 XII. THE RETURN 177 XIII. BILLIE AND THE DOCTOR 190 XIV. CHANCE NEWS 204 XV. A WARNING 221 XVI. THE ATTACK 234 XVII. THE FORCE OF ELOQUENCE 249 XVIII. THE MORNING AFTER 262 XIX. THE MILLS OF GOD 273 XX. A LONG SLEEP 286 XXI. COMRADES OF THE ROAD 304

THE MOTOR MAIDS IN SUNRISE CAMP.

CHAPTER I.

OFF FOR THE MOUNTAINS.

"Sunrise Camp! What next, pray tell me?" sighed Miss Helen Campbell.

"But it doesn't mean getting up at sunrise, Cousin Helen," Billie Campbell assured her. "Although Papa says we would like it, once we got started. Campers always do rise with the sun. It's the proper thing to do."

"But why do they give it that uncivilized name?" continued Miss Campbell in an injured tone of voice. "Why not Sunset Camp or Meridian Camp or even Moonrise Camp? There is nothing restful to me in the name of 'Sunrise.'"

"It will be restful, indeed it will, dear cousin, once you are used to the life, and it couldn't be called any of those other names because they would not be appropriate. You see there is a wonderful view of the sunrise from the camp, and every morning if you wake early enough you see a beautiful pink light all over the sky and you wonder where the sun is; and suddenly he comes shooting up from behind the tallest mountain in the range across the valley, and it's really quite late by then. He has been up ever so long, but he's been hiding behind the mountains."

"And we are to sleep on the ground under those flimsy tents, I suppose?" asked Miss Campbell, who was not taking very kindly to the camping proposition.

"No, no," protested her young cousin, laughing, "you're thinking of soldiers, and they do have cots. This camp is a log house, a really beautiful log house. There is one immense room without any ceiling, and you look straight up through the beams into the roof. Papa says it's splendid."

Miss Campbell bestowed upon Billie a tolerant, suffering smile.

"And back of that room," continued Billie, speaking quickly, "is a long sleeping porch that can be partitioned off into bedrooms "