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a limited party this time, gotten up by about
twenty junior boys, with as many girls as their
guests. Jack invited Betty; and one of the
teachers of athletics among the girls went along
as chaperon.

As none of the senior boys Betty knew could
attend this picnic, there was no embarrassment
for her in Jack's friendly attentions. That
young man, too, seemed to realize that he must
change his attitude and be friendly to the other
girls as well. He "could not have been nicer,"
Betty reported to Doris at home when she told
about their fun and the camp fire and the boat-
ing on the river. "'No canoes,' Doris, our
chaperon said, but we went to that picnic place,
you know where they have a little launch. So
if there _was_ a pretty good current in the river,
we were safe enough. I'm glad it's Friday, for
I'm simply dead after all the walking we did.
It wasn't so far from the street car, but we
tramped around in the woods, hunting flowers
and listening to the birds. It was a wonderful
day for birds. Jack doesn't care for hiking, he
told me, especially since he has his new road-
ster; and he says that on the 'next picnic' he's
going to take me in it, though I'm sure that I'd
rather go with a whole machine full, to be
jollier and not to let Jack think it's very --


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