CHAPTER FIVE
Cara Lisa and Selma Masters found the stream only after they had walked for half an hour or more. When they came upon it, they were tired and hot. The sun had been on them most of the time, for the woods were sparse on that side of the camp, and the thin atmosphere filtered little of the burning rays.
The water was hidden from view, but as she paused in the shade of an old oak Selma heard the faint wet sounds of its rippling and followed her ears through a screen of small bushes to the rocks over which the stream trickled before it filled a small pool several feet below.
It was in a tiny clearing, obscured from all but a bird's-eye view, making it a kind of sylvan private bath. Lisa, who had followed Selma's lead, saw the wardrobe mistress kneel over the upper flow and bend
