Camp Mother

It is no joke to be a "Camp Mother". When I think of it now, all the headaches she must have had. Here are some of the things she had to handle: — One girl was afraid of feathers; another girl afraid of cows;

At the bottom of the steep boat-house steps she paused a moment to gather strength, laboriously climbed them, passed under the mosquito-netting portiere, and, strolling leisurely toward the kitchen corner where Camp Mother was busily frying bacon and eggs on the blue-flame burner camp-fire.