CAMP SATURDAY 93 



liave first clioice, Olive, as Dodo luinied the wonder 

 room." 



'' We might call it after some animal that lives around 

 here," suggested Nat, as Olive hesitated. 



" Woodchuck or Fox or Skunk aren't nice names," 

 said Dodo, 'though we might call it after the Squirrels." 



" What is the very wisest, cleverest four foot in our 

 America?" asked Nat. 



" The Beaver," said the Doctor ; " he thinks, plans, 

 and works, and his house is quite worthy of the skill of 

 a two-handed engineer." 



'' Then Beaver would be a good name for the camp, 

 only there are none hereabout." 



'' It would be if it was a go-to-school, working, wood- 

 cutter's camp," said Mr. Blake ; " but it is too solemn 

 a name for a jolly holiday affair like this." 



" I have it," said Olive, the idea coming to her as 

 Mr. Blake spoke ; " call it Camp Saturday ! " 



A clapping of hands followed, that made the room 

 echo and the little Deer Mouse shiver in his hole. 



"Let's begin now! We've had our shooting — now 

 let us cook supper and tell stories ! " cried Dodo, 

 eagerly. 



" Not to-day," said the Doctor ; " your mother has 

 still some preparations to make ; but instead of waiting 

 for the first snow, as I once said, we will have a big 

 game hunt a week from to-day at two o'clock, and at 

 six we will have our first supper in Camp Saturday." 



