Dorothy Dale's Camping Days — Margaret Penrose

"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."