"Hurrah!" suddenly cried Daddy Brown. "That's it! I've been trying to think what to call it, but you've done it for me. That's just what we'll call it! There couldn't be a better name!"
"Why, what are you talking about?" asked Mrs. Brown, in surprise.
"The name of our camp," explained Daddy Brown, laughing. "I have been trying, ever since we started, to think of a good name for it 'Rest-a-While,' will be the very thing. That's just what you said a moment ago you know. 'Let's rest awhile and look at the lake.' So we will call this Camp Rest-a-While! Isn't that a good name?"
"Why, yes, it does sound very nice," said Mother Brown. "Camp Rest-a-While! That's what we'll call it then, though I didn't know I was naming a camp. Well, children—Uncle Tad—Bunker—and all of us—Welcome to Camp Rest-a-While!"
"Hurrah!" cried Bunny and Sue, clapping their hands.
And so the camp was named.
Mrs. Brown set out a little lunch, and they
