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Student Name: __________________
Class and Section __________________
Total Points (20 pts) __________________
Due: August 29, 2016 before the class

Project: Locker Puzzle

Armstrong Atlantic State University

Problem Description:
A school has 100 lockers and 100 students. All lockers are closed on the first day of
school. As the students enter, the first student, denoted S1, opens every locker. Then the
second student, S2, begins with the second locker, denoted L2, and closes every other
locker. Student S3 begins with the third locker and changes every third locker (closes it if
it was open, and opens it if it was closed). Student S4 begins with locker L4 and changes
every fourth locker. Student S5 starts with L5 and changes every fifth locker, and so on,
until student S100 changes L100.

After all the students have passed through the building and changed the lockers, which
lockers are open? Write a program to find your answer.

(Hint: Use an array of 100 Boolean elements, each of which indicates whether a locker is
open (true) or closed (false). Initially, all lockers are closed.)

Analysis:
(Describe the problem including input and output in your own words.)

Design:
(Describe the major steps for solving the problem.)

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Coding: (Copy and Paste Source Code here. Format your code using Courier 10pts)

Testing: (Describe how you test this program)

Submit the following items:

1. Print this Word file and Submit to me before the class on the due day

2. Compile, Run, and Submit to LiveLab as Exercise7_15 (you must submit the program
regardless whether it complete or incomplete, correct or incorrect)

Solution:

#include <iostream>
using namespace std;

int main()
{
// Declare a constant value for the number of lockers
const int NUMBER_OF_LOCKER = 100;

// Create an array to store the status of each array

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 // The first student closes all lockers
bool lockers[NUMBER_OF_LOCKER];
for (int i = 0; i < NUMBER_OF_LOCKER; i++) {
lockers[i] = false;
}

// Each student changes the lockers

for (int j = 1; j <= NUMBER_OF_LOCKER; j++) {
// Student Sj changes every jth clocker
// starting from the lockers[j - 1].
for (int i = j - 1; i < NUMBER_OF_LOCKER; i += j) {
lockers[i] = !lockers[i];
}
}

// Finds which one is open

for (int i = 0; i < NUMBER_OF_LOCKER; i++) {
if (lockers[i])
cout << "Locker " << (i + 1) << " is open" << endl;
}

return 0;
}

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 “Yes, I’ve been inquiring about all the legends and stories of this
place. This used to be heavily wooded, all over the point, and they
used to come down and shoot bears, right where this camp is. Dear
me, when you get into New England you are where things have
happened!”
“Yes, and in the West, too,” reminded loyal Virginia. “We have wild
Injun stories there, too, if we haven’t any Captain Kidd.”
“That is what my verses are about, Captain Kidd, If I finish them I
may hand them in, though the prize will be for some regular
Merrymeeting song, in praise of Merrymeeting, you know, something
that will go with yells and celebrations. At least that is what I should
think would take the prize, what I would give it for if I were on the
committee of councillors. But when I get something into my head I
have to finish it, or try to.”
“I’ll help you, Lilian—I’ll make up all the first lines of the couplets
and you make the second lines, or whatever lines have to have the
rhyme.”
“Aren’t you generous, Virgie!”
“Who’s going to claim the prize if the song you all wrote together
wins it?” asked Virginia.
“We haven’t thought that up yet,” replied Betty.
Not long after this conversation the songs were called for and a
meeting appointed at the club house to try out the songs previous to
the awards by the committee. The songs were to be sung before the
assembled campers, preferably by the composer, if not, by the
young councillor in charge of the proceedings. Another councillor
was at the piano. This method was explained at the beginning.
“There was an unusually large number of songs handed in this
year, which is very gratifying to the committee, but will make the
choice more difficult. As far as possible the author of the verses, or
the klondike, if part or all of the girls have learned them, will sing
them here tonight. First we shall have the Laugh-a-lot songs.”
Most of these were short efforts, but raised a great deal of
applause for the composers, though the term author is more
appropriate, since the songs were set to popular or familiar tunes.
One small author sat on a councillor’s lap and was so overcome
when her pretty little song was sung that she turned her face away;
and at the vociferous applause which followed, she quite hid her
head on the protecting shoulder.
One of the Intermediates in Piggly-Wiggly sang all alone, in a
gentle voice, two pretty verses about river, bay, island and clouds.
Helen, Eloise and the rest of the girls in that senior cabin gave praise
to Merrymeeting in a rousing chorus set to Yankee Doodle. Lilian,
Cathalina and Betty did the singing for Squirrels’ Inn. Lilian had
decided not to offer her Captain Kidd verses, declaring that there
were too many active things to do at camp to bother about a
“masterpiece”. Then, too, it would not turn out to be a real
Merrymeeting song.
After the singing of the list, a few which were easily recognized as
the best were asked for again, and the committee promised as quick
a decision as possible. As it turned out, several songs were adopted
as Merrymeeting songs, and several prizes were given, one to
Squirrels’ Inn included.
June, Jo and Dot came around to ask Lilian what had become of
the Captain Kidd song.
“Why, where did you ever hear that I was writing one?” she
asked.
“I heard you and Hilary talking about it one time,” replied June.
“It isn’t much,”
“We want to hear it any way.”
“I’ll send it to the Moon and if they accept it you shall hear it read
there.”
“All right. Did you hear any more facts about Captain Kidd?”
Lilian laughed. “I don’t know that I have any ‘facts’ about him, but
I find that there is a story about the real Captain Kidd and the
Kennebec. It is said that he used to attack boats that came to this
trading center, kill off everybody but one, whom he left to help him
carry the goods to his hiding place, and then kill him too. Nice old
pirate! And they say that the name ‘Merrymeeting’ applied not only
to the five rivers beside the Kennebec that come into Merrymeeting
Bay, but to the meeting of the tribes here.”
“Then the boys’ stories were true, or at least some of them!” said
June with satisfaction.
“How can you be glad that such terrible things happened,” teased
Lilian.
“O, I wouldn’t have had ’em happen,” explained June carefully,
“but if they did happen I want to know about it, and it would be
great if we could find some treasure. Miss Patty, do you know where
we could get something to dig with?”
“No, June, and remember, kiddies, that you can’t dig up the place,
—it isn’t yours. And if you ever go to the hunters’ cabin, Hilary and
some of the big girls must go with you.”
“O, dear, then we can’t have any fun, I suppose, and if we did
find anything it wouldn’t belong to us anyway!”
“Finders keepers,” suggested Dot.
“That wouldn’t be honest, I’m afraid,” said June.
“That ethical point can be decided if you ever come across any
treasure. I’m sure that you would be amply rewarded! Have fun
thinking about it anyhow.”
“S’pose we’d find some big red rubies,” suggested Jo.
“And di’monds,” added Dot.
“And pearls,” said June. “Haven’t we got the imaginations though?
Say, Lilian, please read us the verses!”
“O, all right, I had fun, too, writing out the story.”

The Merrymeeting Pirate.

In the early days when Captain Kidd
Sailed up the Kennebec,
He had his gold in his vessel’s hold
And prize from many a wreck.
When on to Merrymeeting Bay
The river boats would glide
In rippling cove or piney grove
This pirate dark would hide.
Refrain:
O, Captain Kidd, we’re glad
We’re glad you’re not here now!
The goods that they had brought to trade
With early pioneer,
For Indian wild or settler child,
Was soon to disappear.
Alone he’d board the wave-washed deck,
The crew could not resist;
The pirate’s glare, their deep despair,
Could feel through rain or mist!
O, Captain Kidd, we’re glad
We’re glad you’re not here now!
With knife and gun and cutlass sharp,
He’d cut and hack and shoot,
Just saving one till set of sun,
To help him carry loot.
But on Brick Island, in the Bay,
He met his well-earned fate;
For on his track, when he came back,
Were men that pirates hate.
O, Captain Kidd, we’re glad;
We’re glad you’re not here now!
They captured him, and no one knows
Just what those sailors did.
With empty threat the end he met —
 With empty threat the end he met,
And exit Captain Kidd!
His treasure lies somewhere about
Beneath the wrinkled rock,
Or in some cave where wild winds rave
Or screaming sea-birds flock.
O, Captain Kidd, we’ll find,
We’ll find your treasure-trove!
Of coins a little box or two,
The legend says they found,
But would you wear his jewels rare,
You still must search this ground.
At if at eve his ghost you meet,
Just follow if you dare;
Get spade and pick, or knife and stick,
And dig for treasure there!
O, Captain Kid, we’ll find,
We’ll find your treasure-trove!
The little girls clapped their hands. “O, Lilian, I think that’s great!
Did he really ‘meet his fate’ on Brick Island?”
“That is what the story says, that he was captured there, and that
they really did find some coins around here somewhere.”
 CHAPTER XIX
AT THE HUNTER’S CABIN

“Hurry! Don’t let the youngsters see you Campbell. They went out
the lane a while ago with ‘Mother Nature’ and may be back at any
time. I think they went after flowers and will not go through the
woods to the shore, I’m pretty sure.”
“We’ll just go right down to the pine grove, and if they see us we
can’t do it, that’s all.”
Campbell had come up before supper with several parents and
some boys from Boothbay, and had just come in from canoeing with
Hilary. They were laughing, as they walked up from the shore and
beckoned to Cathalina, Betty and Eloise, who happened to appear.
While Campbell unfolded a little plan, they stood in a smiling group,
approving the scheme, which developed further under the ideas of
more conspirators. Campbell fished in his pocket for something
which they all examined with interest. Cathalina thought a moment,
and with one word, “wait”, sped away toward her cabin. There she
searched her trunk for a few minutes and flew back to her
companions.
“Just the thing! Don’t you want them, Cathalina?”
“No, I happened to bring them because they were in with the
rest.”
As if strolling, the party moved toward the pine grove, but when
they had reached its shelter their demeanor changed and they
scurried along the trail, through the trees and over the rocks that
lined the shore of Merrymeeting Bay.
“We’ll have to be quick,” said Campbell, “before my party has to
leave.”
“Where shall we put it?”
“Look; just the place!”
 “I’m afraid they’ll think it’s fishy.”
“Let ’em; they’ll soon find out, anyhow.”
“O, Campbell, have more imagination.”
“They will like it in the end. Let me know how it comes out, girls.”
“Indeed we will.”
“Be sure to have them start out early tomorrow morning before
anybody else does.”
As they came back toward the club house, they saw June, Dot
and Jo sitting on the steps, talking earnestly and mysteriously, as
gestures and looks indicated.
“Hello, June,” called Campbell, holding out a hand. “And how are
Dot and Jo by this time?” June sprang to meet him, Dot took his
other hand and Jo stood smiling by.
“Where’ve you been, Mr. Stuart?” asked Dot. “We looked for you
after supper.”
“Just now we’ve come from the pine grove and around the rocks,”
replied Campbell, promptly and truthfully. “Big storm last night, girls,
must have beat upon the rocks something fierce! I wonder if it
opened up any of the caves where Captain Kidd’s treasure is!”
“Campbell!” exclaimed Hilary, laughing.
“We’ll go up tomorrow and see,” said Jo, entering into the spirit of
Campbell’s joking. “But we children are not allowed to play around
there alone. I don’t see why, because there’s nobody ever there but
camp folks.”
“Could the big girls take you? They could get up early for once,
couldn’t they?”
“Why, Mr. Stuart! You know we get up as early as the boys do,
and have a dip and everything, early bird hikes,—”
“Of course you do, Jo, excuse me!”
“We’ll prove it,” said Cathalina. “We will take you tomorrow
morning. Be ready and we’ll stop for you,—we’ll whistle Campbell’s
fraternity whistle.”
“All right! Goody!” The little girls jumped up and down as small
girls sometimes do.
 “Hunting treasure!” exclaimed Campbell. “What could be more
thrilling?”
“Wear your sweaters, kiddies,” Hilary admonished, “it will be cool.”
“What time shall we get up?”
“About six o’clock?”
“O, that isn’t early enough. That would only give us an hour or so
before dip.”
“Mercy,” said Eloise, “how long do you want?”
“Could you come for us at five or five-thirty, before anybody is up,
you know?”
“I guess so,” said Hilary.
Bright and early the next morning, Cathalina and Hilary whistled
softly outside of Laugh-a-lot and were joined by three stealthily
moving figures which slipped out of the klondike, permission having
been asked the night before.
“Isn’t this fun?” said Betty. “What if we really should find
something?”
Little birds disturbed in their slumbers twittered a little from the
trees as the girls passed. Jo had a spade, which she had secured
soon after the conversation with Campbell. June had a trowel, and
Dot carried a stout stick, which she had sharpened.
“We had the awfullest time doing anything to get ready last night,
because the girls asked what we were doing.”
Arrived at the cabin, the little girls peered eagerly around and the
big girls pretended to do so. The hunter’s cabin itself was of no
particular interest, because of having been explored before. They did
not consider taking up the floor to dig or doing anything to injure
property that belonged to other people. “O, don’t I wish I owned this
place,” sighed Dot. “I’d dig and dig whenever I needed exercise!”
“There’s an awfully old looking pine tree, Dot,” said Jo, “and not
far from that ledge either.” To the older girls’ great amusement, Dot
brought forth a ruler, which they had not noticed before.
“They are actually going to measure according to that silly verse,”
whispered Cathalina.
 As if to explain the performance to more critical judgment, June
said, “Now I don’t suppose that there is anything in that verse, but if
we are going to dig at all we may as well have some plan.”
“O, what’s this?” cried Jo, turning up something near the pine tree
from which they were about to measure. The three little girls
dropped on their knees as Jo pried up from the ground an old-
fashioned brooch set with a small garnet. It was well packed with
dirt and took some cleaning and blowing on Jo’s part to make it
apparent what jewel it contained. It was, however, remarkable,
considering how long the pin must have been there if dropped by
Captain Kidd, how little spoiled it was by wind and weather. The little
girls looked soberly at each other and began to examine the place.
The next find was made by Dot and was a little silver coin, too
worn for any marks of identification to be distinguished. This time
the older girls sat down on the ground to examine it. “See how
crusty it is with dirt!” exclaimed June excitedly. She was sitting at the
foot of one of the larger trees and lifted a little mat of pine needles
where the curving root showed a little hollow.
“O, look here, I feel something hard!” Slipping her hand down
further, she fished out a queer-looking metal case of some sort, all
battered and dingy, encrusted with dirt and rattling with its contents
as June held it up. “H’m,” said she, “I guess it looks old enough for
Captain Kidd’s time, or maybe the Indians put it there, or some
hunter. Beads or pearls, which?”
The girls had quite a time in getting off the cover, which was at
one end, but finally it flew off.
“Just beads.”
“Probably for Indians.”
“Take ’em out and see what’s underneath.”
“Empty the whole thing out into your lap!”
The last bit of advice was followed, and there came tumbling out
of the funny old long case a stringy little mass of beads and jewelry.
This they began to disentangle at once.
“Here’s a coral necklace.”
 “Look at this little gold cross with a weeny ruby, but one arm is
broken off! Too bad.”
A silver buckle of old style, a plain gold pin, a pair of long jet
earrings, a delicate gold chain with a tiny heart on it, a small ring set
with a real turquoise and another set with a garnet and pearls
completed the list. June looked quizzically at Cathalina. “Seems to
me I’ve seen that gold chain and heart before. I bet you and
Campbell put this box here last night!”
“What makes you think so?” parried Cathalina.
“I just do. Didn’t you wear that chain at our first party?”
“How could I if it were here?”
“O, but it wasn’t here. You dear old Cathalina, you didn’t want us
to be disappointed, did you?” It was like June to take it so, instead
of feeling that the girls and Campbell wanted to make fun of the
little girls.
Dot and Jo were looking a bit rueful and Dot remarked dolefully,
“Of course we can’t keep ’em, then,” and turned the turquoise ring
about on her finger.
“Of course you can keep them if you like them. We thought that
you’d like to find something, and of course you can’t dig around
much to spoil the looks of things here.”
“Well,” said philosophical June, “of course we’d like to find some
real Captain Kidd stuff, but after all, Dot, it’s better to have these
pretty things than to dig around and not find a thing.”
“That’s so,” replied Dot, looking more cheerful. “Let’s divide them,
if Cathalina really meant them for us. Why don’t you want them,
Cathalina?”
“I never wear them. O, I did put on that necklace once lately. I
had forgotten it. Mother gave me quite a lot of old jewelry one day,
saying that no one ever wore the pieces and that I might keep them
or give them away, as I liked. I happened to have it with me and
thought of it when Campbell said ‘let’s fix up something for the girls
to find.’ The turquoise ring I had when I was about Dot’s age, and I
thought of that for her, of the garnet one for Jo, and of the little
chain for June. But divide them any way you like.”
 “My, you’re good to us, Cathalina,” said Dot.
The children had quite a lively time while dividing the “treasure”.
They decided to keep it a secret about the digging, and asked the
older girls not to tell. “We didn’t put that coin there, though,” said
Hilary.
“That’s so!” exclaimed Dot. “We did find something, then!”
 CHAPTER XX
AS TOLD BY BETTY

Dearest Polly and Juliet:

You can’t imagine how we girls enjoyed your combination letter in
reply to the little card we sent,—just to tell you where we were and
to let you know that we are thinking of you. It is fine, Polly, that
Juliet is with you on the ranch this summer. Maybe she will look like
more than your “shadow” by the time she leaves the ranch. In my
“mind’s eye” I see you both tearing around on horseback,—or is it
bronco-back?
We appreciate all the more your writing to us because you have
been so busy with the summer’s work. We all went out on the rocks,
Patty, too, and sat there eating blueberries while Cathalina read the
letter to us. You have already received her letter, of course. She said
that she tried to give you a general idea of the camp and told you
about some of the good times we’ve had, and they have been going
on steadily since. It would take pages and pages to tell about them.
The August tournaments are on now. We have been playing off
tennis and trying hard to have our team win in the other games.
Since Cathalina wrote, we have had some fine trips, too. One was
our second trip to Popham Beach for surf bathing. That was the real
salt water, you know, sandy beach and everything. The water was
cold, but you feel so fine, all in a glow afterwards. Those big waves,
—I just love them. There is a place to buy ice-cream and other
things, and we are always hungry, you know. We go to a house not
far from the beach to change to bathing suits, and after the swim
we have a hot lunch on the shore, hot beans and bacon or “wieners”
and sandwiches, pickles, cake, different good things, and my, how
we eat! This last time it took a good while to eat our lunch and then
we shopped a little in Bay Point, which is the name of the little town,
and all this made us late starting home. It is a three hours’ ride,
anyway, and you may imagine that we were late getting home, and
hungry again. We had to stop at Bath for errands and to pick up a
visitor who was coming up to camp, then had to “buck tide” all the
way up. The smaller boat got in while the folks were eating supper,
but our big boat was heavier, with more passengers, couldn’t get
through the Burnt Jackets and went around the longer way. The
folks saw us turn around and go back and were worried, I guess, for
one of the other boats came to meet us, but developed engine
trouble and we beat it home! The girls pretended to be starving, and
went up the rise to the dining-room saying, “We want food! We want
food!” and two or three of the councillors who came out to meet us
answered, “We want our children! We want our children!”
As we have been having good weather right along, it was decided
to have the deep sea fishing trip this week, too. We go to the same
beach, but go out to sea and fish. Last year they had rough weather
and some of the girls had a hard time to stand it, after they
anchored and were tossed around and up and down and back and
forth! But this time it wasn’t rough at all. O, we rode some nice big
waves, but that was fun. Our two boats caught forty fish. We had so
much fun through it all. Evelyn Calvert caught the biggest fish of all
and was so excited and even scared over it. Eloise and Helen are a
“perfect scream” when they are together, say the funniest things
with the most sober faces, and keep us laughing half the time. We
have met so many interesting girls up here, too, besides the
Greycliffers. Frances Anderson is a peach and Marion Thurman is a
dear,—but Cathalina said that she told you all about Squirrels’ Inn.
Virgie is having a great time with Isabel, who keeps her down
somewhat. Can you imagine Isabel’s keeping anybody down?
Virginia is all right, but after being bottled up so long she sometimes
wants to try all sorts of things. I heard Isabel telling her the other
day that she wanted to get back to school alive anyhow.
O, I must tell you about the scare we had. You know how noises
do sound in the night. At first whenever a squirrel would run over
the roof somebody would squeal, but we are used to that now. Once
a mouse ran around the big room, and must have been scared to
death, I judge, when we all jumped up on our cots and shrieked.
Anyway we did not see him again.
This time it was moonlight and we were all asleep, our shutters
opened as usual, the big doors “bolted and barred”. The windows
are all screened and rather high from the ground. Cathalina sleeps
just across from me, and when I suddenly woke up that night I saw
her sitting up in bed, rubbing her eyes and looking startled. “What
was that?” she whispered over to me. We listened and heard the
bushes rustle and crackle and it seemed as if a stone rolled down
the bank. Then we imagined that some one was coming up the
steps in front. By this time nearly all the girls were sitting up to
listen, and Patty woke up too.
“What are you all awake for, girls?” she asked.
“Just listen,” several of us whispered, and put our fingers on our
lips to warn her. Just then came a terrible bump on the door. Marion
screamed and ducked down in bed. Cathalina flew over to Lilian,
whose cot is not far from hers. Patty jumped up as if she were shot,
and went toward the door, putting on her bath robe, while Hilary
picked up a baseball bat that was standing in a corner and joined
Patty. She tried to laugh, and said, “I will protect you or perish, Miss
West,” but I’m sure her teeth were chattering.
“Sh-sh,” said Patty.
Next we all flew to our windows and looked out. They’re screened
tight, so we couldn’t lean out. Not a thing could we see but
moonlight on the bushes and trees.
“Open the back door and look, girls,” said somebody. “Not on your
life,” said Nora.
“Nobody could get up there.”
“Yes they could; they could climb!”
“Somebody go to the club house!”
“Yes, and get murdered on the way!”
“I wonder if it could be a bear.”
“No bears here now.”
“Get your revolver, Hilary.”
 “Haven’t got any.”
“Sh-sh. I just said that for the benefit of the burglar.”
“Could it be the boys trying to scare us?”
“They wouldn’t do such a thing, besides they couldn’t get up here
without being found out.”
By this time it began to be a lark to some of us, and we got over
being so frightened. Then there was a rubbing sound against the
klondike. Patty was puzzled, we could see, but she said, “I think that
it must be some animal, probably a loose horse.” Then she told us to
keep still so she could listen, and we all got scared again. Lilian
whispered that she heard breathing, and when Nora said, “Course
you do, it’s me,” everybody laughed.
Patty began to get tired of our nonsense and said, “Girls! No
burglar would try to get in here after all that shrieking! It is a
wonder that the people at the club house haven’t been roused
before this!”
Just then somebody did run up the steps and knocked on the
door. A most welcome voice called, “What’s the matter, girls?” Patty
unfastened the door in a jiffy and there were the councillor and one
of the girls from the nearest cabin. They had heard the commotion
and finally decided to come over. Patty told them, and the girls just
stood aside and pointed at two stray cows that by this time were
some little distance away, over where the bushes grow thickly at the
top of the bank.
We all settled down then and went to sleep after a while, but we
nearly collapsed with merriment the next morning going over it
again,—the way the girls looked and what they said and how
ridiculous it all was! One would remember one thing that was said
and another something else, till Patty said that we might “use the
occurrence” in a “stunt” if we chose. Maybe we shall, but there was
another cow episode that was a little more wildly exciting, perhaps,
when we were on a six point hike from North Bath, through the
woods on the mainland opposite. One of the girls threw some sticks
as they passed some cows, and the cows chased them. They were
not “dumb driven cattle,” by any means! Even Virgie, who is used to
cows, climbed a tree, and we have teased Isabel nearly to death for
getting on a big rock and asking Virgie in anguished tones if cows
could climb rocks. Virgie said, “Yes,” as she was climbing the tree,
and Isabel did not know what to do; but the cows went past. They
were fierce looking things, had long horns. Now you would have
lassoed a few, wouldn’t you?
There is so much to tell that it would take volumes if I tried to
write it. But when we get back to school we can have a good old
visit and tell all we know and some that we don’t know, as usual. I
do hope that you both will be there. You did not say a word about
school in your letter. However, the ranch doings were of more
interest to us all just now. All the girls send heaps of love to you
both. We hope to see you at the opening of school.
Lovingly,
Betty.
 CHAPTER XXI
A FIVE-POINT HIKE

“There goes the bell. Are you going, Hilary?”

“I don’t know, Frances. I’m awfully sleepy, and it is hot this
afternoon.”
“Good breeze, though.”
“Do we get points for this hike?”
“Five miles, five points.”
“All right, Frances, I’ll try to get up a little energy and go! How
about you, Lilian?”
“Why you know I twisted my ankle a little this morning in games
and it doesn’t feel right yet. I’ve been rubbing it, but I do not believe
that a five-mile walk would help it any.”
“O, no; you ought to rest it today. Did you see the nurse?”
“No, it did not swell or anything. I just gave it a wrench, I guess.
It will be all right.”
“I’m not going either,” said Cathalina. “I will go down to the house
and get you some liniment, if you like.”
Marion, Frances and Hilary proved to be the only Squirrels’ Inn
representatives on this hike, for Betty decided to stay with Lilian and
Cathalina, and Nora had other plans. The three hikers donned their
elkskin hiking shoes, took their smallest purses and started with the
rest out the road toward First Trott’s. It was too early in the
afternoon for much shade, though the narrow road wound between
ferns and woods as ever. The sun had baked the ruts hard, too, and
came down hot upon youthful shoulders. But why get points if one
does not earn them by effort?
“I’m going to see how soon I can walk it,” said one girl, striding
past, though for the most part the girls were going in groups, some
strolling, some walking briskly or sturdily along.
 “Goodbye, then,” said Frances, “there isn’t any hurry this time,
with such a short hike and time to rest there. I’d rather take it more
slowly and eat a few blueberries or stop in the shade occasionally,
wouldn’t you, Hilary?”
“Indeed I would. But I didn’t bring my field glasses. I thought that
there would be few birds flying while it is so hot, and we’ll be
coming home for supper before it cools off very much.”
“How far is it to Second Trott’s?” asked Marion.
“Opinions differ, but on our hikes it is always considered a five-
mile hike there and back, or to the school-house, which is not far
beyond. What sort of a performance, by the way, are they going to
have there? Do either of you know what we are going to do?”
“Why, yes, Frances,” replied Hilary. “They said it was a lawn fete,
or something of the sort, and that we could buy ice cream and
candy and lemonade, maybe other things.”
“I wonder if they will not let the boys come up, too,” said Marion.
“I wouldn’t be surprised to see them,” Frances assented.
Hilary had not thought of that, but her mind immediately
visualized a certain young councillor whom she would be very glad
to see.
Soon they reached the turn in the road after Second Trott’s. With
a gentle rise it wound around some fine old rocks, on whose top
grew great pine trees. In these a little flock of chickadees was
turning somersaults. Further on was a bit of backwater, near which
grew some water plants, and a line of brilliant cardinal flowers.
Climbing along steep and dusty hill, the girls found themselves in
sight of the white school house, known as Chopp’s. There, indeed,
was a group of Boothbay boys, some just arriving as the
Merrymeeting campers came up. They had come by a different way,
upstream from Boothbay Camp, then docking at the mainland, on
the opposite side of the back water, which makes a peninsula out of
Merrymeeting.
The first thing was to cool off a little and enjoy ice cream and
other goodies afforded by the ladies who served the refreshments.
Home-made cake, candy and nuts proved popular. The lemonade,
alas, was all gone before the Merrymeeting girls arrived, but there
was plenty of cool water. Campbell was looking for Hilary, afraid that
perhaps she was not coming, and walked to meet the girls, as they
approached. “Where’s Cathalina?” he asked.
“She and Betty stayed with Lilian. Lil twisted her ankle this
morning, not much, but enough to keep her from any long hike. I
promised to bring her some sweets.”
“Well, come on, girls, before everything is gone, and I’ll see that
you get some ice cream and cake.”
Campbell beckoned to another councillor and they waited upon
the girls, bringing the cooling water, which tasted so good after the
hot walk, and the more substantial refreshments, as they could be
waited upon.
“O, you don’t know how good this is!” exclaimed Hilary.
“Yes I do, for I thought I never was so thirsty in my life and we
did not have much of a walk. But Bob and I came up in a canoe and
it was hot on the water.”
“I always get sunburned till I peel off, on a canoe trip,” said
Frances.
“That remark is somewhat ambiguous, Frances.”
“All right, Marion, I’ll change it. On a canoe trip I always get
sunburned till I peel off later. My nose, arms and shoulders will have
an entirely different epidermis when I return from the wilds of
Maine. My, don’t I hate to think of it!”
“I would,” said Hilary, “if I were not going to such a wonderful
school. It is on the water, too, and while we do not have time for the
good times of a camp, not straight along, you know, we do some
very interesting things and I am going to try to get more of them in
the next year. My schedule will not be so full, and while I want to get
in all the studying that I can, and there are so many fine courses to
take, I suppose it is silly not to get some of the different things that
you never can get anywhere out of school.”
“Are you going to keep on at Greycliff instead of going to a
regular college?” asked Campbell.
 “I am for this year, but I am not sure about the next. When I
started to Greycliff I expected to finish two years there instead of
high school. But you know they have two years of college work, too,
and most of our little crowd decided last year to return another year
anyway.”
“It isn’t such a bad idea to miss the freshman year at college
anyhow,” said Campbell. “It is the hardest year.”
“Yes, and one will miss a lot of the hazing, but girls don’t make it
as bad as the boys do, and I suppose I’ll get to be as fond of college
or university life as I am of dear old Greycliff, though that does not
seem possible.”
“What sort of a school are you going to, one of the girls’ colleges
or a co-educational school?”
“That isn’t decided yet. It depends on what Father thinks about it.
He and Mother are still discussing it, and Mother says that Father
has to decide the matter. I have such wonderful parents that I am
sure what they decide will be just the thing.”
By this time the other councillor from Boothbay, with Frances and
Marion, had strolled out to where some games had been started,
leaving Campbell and Hilary still talking over their ice cream.
“I’m going West on a short trip with Uncle Mart at Christmas time,
Hilary. Would you mind if I stopped off to see you, or will you be at
home?”
“Would I mind!” exclaimed Hilary. “Why, Campbell, I’d love to
have you come. No, after having been away nearly all summer, I
shall plan to stay with the folks at Christmas time. And Father and
Mother have been just aching to have you and Philip and some of
the rest come to be entertained at our house,—ever since they have
listened to my description of the Stuarts and Van Buskirks, and all
the sisters, cousins and aunts that you have. We have so few near
relatives.”
Campbell was wishing that Hilary would not be quite so general in
her expressions of interest in the Van Buskirks and Stuarts, but could
not but be satisfied with the heartiness of her response to his
suggestion of a visit at Christmas time. Hilary was no coquette, but it
was a source of her attraction, so far as Campbell was concerned,
that he could trust her sincerity. The fact that Hilary was interested
in real living more than many of the city girls whom Campbell knew
was another source of interest to him. “Hilary talks sense,” Campbell
had remarked to Philip. “She likes a good time as well as anybody,
but that isn’t the main thing in life, as she sees it. It’s some fun to
send candy or flowers to a girl who will really appreciate it, and not
pat herself on the back and think ‘How sweet I must be to have the
boys sending me flowers!’” And Philip had thought of another girl of
the same true sort to whose winning he intended to devote himself.
“Well, I’ll have it to look forward to, then,” said Campbell, in reply
to Hilary’s cordiality. “I shall write to find out if it is all right when the
time comes. You don’t mind not playing the games out there,” he
continued, waving his hand toward the boys and girls.
“No; I much prefer this,” acknowledged Hilary demurely.
“I have a fine plan, at least it will be fine for me if you consent,
and I came up in a canoe on purpose. Do you suppose you can get
permission to go back with me?”
“Why I believe I can.” For what were points for hiking to Hilary
when an invitation from Campbell was in question?
Patty was not there, but Hilary asked the camp mother if Mr.
Stuart might paddle her home, and permission was granted. Smiling,
Hilary ran back to Campbell, stopping a moment to tell Frances of
her change of plan. “She asked me if you would upset the canoe,”
Hilary reported to Campbell, as they started off briskly, “and I told
her that you could do anything!”
“That was rather a doubtful reply,” remarked Campbell.
“She understood all right, but looked at me so soberly, just as if
she were going to refuse, asked me if you were Cathalina’s cousin
and all sorts of things that she knew perfectly well, just to make me
think that perhaps I could not go, but I knew that she was doing it
for fun.”
“Did the girls mind your going?”
“No. Frances was lovely, and said that she would tell Marion.”
 Hatless and brown from the sun, a typical summer girl and boy,
Hilary and Campbell swung along the way to the shore where the
canoe waited. It was pleasant to be taken care of, Hilary thought, as
Campbell did the launching and most of the paddling, and told Hilary
to “fold her hands and look pretty”.
“How could I!” she exclaimed with a laugh.
“You don’t have to try,” returned Campbell with an approving
glance. But this was the nearest approach to sentiment that he
made that summer. “Where shall we go? Into the bay and up the
Androscoggin a little way?”
“That will be fine,” Hilary assented. “We still have an hour or so,
haven’t we? We were only there about half an hour, I think. I didn’t
wear my watch, though.”
“I’ll get you home in time,” declared Campbell. “Let’s forget the
time o’ day and just have a good old talk.” This they proceeded to
do, but after all managed to arrive at Merrymeeting dock in time for
Campbell to join the Boothbay flotilla, which started from the other
shore for Boothbay Camp.
“Goodbye, Campbell, I have had such a good time.”
“So have I, and I hope we can have a few more visits before
camp closes.”
The bell was ringing for swimming, for which there was just time
enough before supper. Hilary met the girls coming down to the shore
as she went up to get her bathing suit.
“Why from this direction?” asked Marjorie. “The last I saw of you,
you were eating ice cream at the school-house.”
“O, I came home in an aeroplane,” joked Hilary.
“She was paddled home,” explained Jean to Marjorie, as they ran
past Hilary.
Hilary found some of the girls of Squirrels’ Inn just getting ready
for the swim, and they all went in together. “This,” said Frances, as
they swam out to the float, “is the end of a perfect day for you, isn’t
it, Hilary?”
“I think I’ll have to acknowledge it,” said Hilary, turning over to
float a while, “but we are going to work a while on our canoe after
supper, aren’t we?”
“Yes, unless something else turns up.”
Much mystery was in the air relative to the decorating of canoes.
Each group of girls contesting had one in some sequestered spot
and was decking it for the annual canoe pageant. Prizes were to be
given for the prettiest and for the most original idea. Crepe paper
had been brought up in quantities and in all colors from Bath. Wire
and string were in great demand. Some of the girls were working
hard on designs and decorations. The little folks had great
ambitions, but depended more on their councillors to work out ideas.
The older girls could do their own decorating, with assistance at the
last from the long-suffering man power of the camp; for not a tack
or wire was to be hammered into these graceful and expensive
canoes.
“I know what you’re going to have,” asserted Virgie to June.
“No you don’t; you just hope I’m going to tell you!”
“Yes I do, I guessed.”
“Who told you that you were right?”
“Nobody.”
“O, you just think that you can get me to tell you, Miss Virgie, but
we are going to have the funniest and best of all, I’m sure. Just wait
till tomorrow night!”
 CHAPTER XXII
THE CANOE PAGEANT

Lilian was trying on Eloise’s bathing suit of red and black, and
wrapping the cloak of the same colors about her, she folded her
arms and repeated, “Fifteen men on a dead man’s chest!”
“Yo! ho! ho! and a bottle of rum! Wait till I get on my fierce beard
and mustache and you’ll see what a pirate can look like!”
“What do you think of this?” asked Hilary, as she tried on a fiery
looking turban made of silk middy ties. “And look at the flag Patty
has made for us. Isn’t that a scary skull and cross-bones?”
“Yes indeed! Patty’s a peach,—O, ‘fifteen men on a dead man’s
chest. Yo, ho, ho!—and a bottle of rum!’”
“Aren’t you a case, Lilian North!” exclaimed Cathalina, who was
resting from her recent labors on the canoe, and lay on her cot
watching the girls.
“O, Captain Kidd, we’re glad, we’re glad you aren’t here now!”
hummed Lilian.
“Are you going to sing that?” asked Cathalina.
“O, no; if I have time I’ll make up something like, ‘I’m Captain
Kidd, the pirate bold, who sails the Kennebec,—’”
“My right arm helps ’em walk the plank,” added Hilary.
“And little do I reck!” finished Cathalina.
“Hurrah!” cried Lilian. “Poetry made while you wait by Squirrels’
Inn and company. Give me another verse and I’ll take my guitar,
neatly concealed by evergreen, and make up a tune on two or three
notes as we go.”
“A verse is a line, Lilian.”
“Very well, a stanza, then. O bold and true, my pirate crew,—”
“And if they’re not, what then?” asked Frances.
 “Thanks, Frances, that will make the next line. Ah, Davy Jones will
get their bones,—mm.”
“Goodbye, ye merry men! Tra-la, another poem for our collection
of masterpieces! Say it all, Hilary,” continued Cathalina.
Hilary, “struck an attitude” and with some prompting, repeated
their latest effort:
“I’m Captain Kidd, the pirate bold,
Who sails the Kennebec;
My right arm helps ’em walk the plank
And little do I reck!
O, bold and true my pirate crew,
And if they’re not, what then?
’Tis Davy Jones will get their bones!
Goodbye, my merry men!”
Most of the day had been spent by the campers upon the canoes,
and in some cases upon their own costumes, when these were
necessary to carry out the idea. It had been planned to use that
witching time when the sky was still beautiful from the sunset and
yet the blue mist of evening with moon and stars was just appearing
in the east. It did not seem best to plan for lighting up the canoes.
While there was plenty of water, it is true, to put out any blaze that
might occur, the canoes might not be in the most favorable position
for an upset. The most beautiful light was offered by Nature herself.
The girls had worked hard. Not a canoe but was prettily dressed.
As each one was brought from its hidden retreat to be launched,
exclamations were heard on all sides. Admiration and surprise were
mingled. It was a matter of honor not to intrude upon the secrecy of
those engaged upon the work, but in some way the news about a
few had leaked out. However, only the sight of the canoes
themselves could give the full effect. The athletic director and the
other councillors knew the plans for the girls and arranged the order
of launching. With the heavier canoes, some of which had a light
framework wired and resting on top of the canoes, the girls had to
have some help. All those who were not needed to paddle or pose
stood upon the shore and dock as audience and judges.
In the graceful fleet which passed the “reviewing stand” there was
the canoe decked in ferns and evergreen, with a few paper birds
wired to poise in flight above; one in yellow and white, with yellow
roses and butterflies; another trimmed in white cotton, so put on as
to imitate snow and ice, a diamond dust covering all, two long-
bearded, white-garbed paddlers guiding the canoe, and a big white
polar bear, sitting in the center and carrying a banner marked “The
Northland.” The war canoe was given to some of the Juniors, who
wanted to represent the Old Woman who lived in a Shoe, and had to
have several children to overflow the big shoe of wired paper. One of
the councillors in white cap and kerchief took the part of the Old
Woman, and the children in quaint costumes, with ruffles of crepe
paper, roused much enthusiasm among the spectators.
This canoe won the prize for being the prettiest, and some of the
judges wanted to award it the prize for the most clever idea. But
that finally went to the three girls of Squirrels’ Inn, whose canoe was
decked to represent a pirate ship. A furled sail was put up in the
bow, to which the pirate flag was attached. Frances as Captain Kidd,
with Lilian and Hilary in costume, repeated in hoarse voices, as they
passed the judges, the couplet which Lilian had been chanting, with
“Yo, ho, ho!—and a bottle of rum!” Then all in deep voices sang the
new Captain Kidd stanzas to the tune of Yankee Doodle, rendered
slowly, while Lilian twanged an accompaniment on the guitar. Burnt
cork mustaches of fierce upward curve, made all this more
impressive.
As the light grew more dim, the girls in the canoe marked the
Northland, turned on several flashlights, which lit up effectively the
diamond dust, and those in the pirate ship turned on several large
ones, which they had covered with their red paper. A few other lights
flashed out in different canoes as they all circled prettily in the water
and came into port once more.
“There, that’s over,” said Hilary, as with the pirate flag over one
shoulder and Lilian’s guitar over the other, she entered the klondike.
“Patty will certainly have to get up our entertainment for stunt night.
We have only about a week to get ready now, and with the
Wiscasset hike, the canoe trip to Brunswick, and the White Mountain
trip, I can’t see where we get up anything, do you Frances?”
“No, I don’t. However, not all the girls will go on the White
Mountain trip, you know. Perhaps we can have some little easy part
to do that we can get quickly, or if we can think it up before we go,
we can have it in mind, you know.”
“There come Patty and the girls now; let’s ask them.”
“O, Miss Patty, how about our having stunt night next week?”
“I have been thinking about that, girls. Who has an idea?”
Nobody seemed to have one.
“They have had everything there is to have, I’m afraid,” said
Lilian.
“Well, let me relieve your minds, then,” said Patricia. “I had an
idea several days ago and have been trying to get it a little more
clearly outlined.” At this point Cathalina gave a meaning nod to Lilian
which Patty caught. “Yes, you think ‘the poor English teacher,’ don’t
you?”
“It reminded me of outlines,” Cathalina acknowledged.
“We must have a meeting tomorrow and I will tell you just what I
think we can do.”
At the morrow’s meeting the girls enthusiastically approved Miss
West’s idea, applauded the productions already in hand and thanked
her warmly for taking the responsibility. It was, to be sure, hers as
councillor to see that the girls had some sort of entertainment ready
for their turn at stunt night, but these girls, as good campers, were
always willing to do their share and had no desire to take advantage
of their young councillor. Some of the parts were given out and the
girls began to learn them. They considered it pure fun, for there was
required no serious preparation.
The canoe trip to Brunswick was next on the list of trips. The
canoes, stripped of their decorations, bore the jolly campers away,
around Marshmallow Point into Merrymeeting Bay, to the left, past
Brick Island of Captain Kidd fame, and on up the Androscoggin river,
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