When Snap awoke on Sunday morning, he was very much discouraged,
for the sky was overcast, and by church-time it was raining steadily.

"This will make it beastly for a start," he grumbled, while on
his way to church in the family carriage.

"Never mind," answered his father. "You can start Tuesday as
well as Monday."

"I'd rather start on time," answered the impatient boy. His mind
was so taken up by the proposed outing he could scarcely bring
himself to listen to the sermon; and what was true of Snap was
also largely true of the others.

By nightfall the rain cleared away, and when Snap went to bed
the moon was shining brightly. The boy could hardly go to sleep,
and when he slumbered, dreamed of being in camp, with wolves and
bears and deer on all sides of him. Then he dreamed that it began
to hail, louder and louder, and he awoke to hear some pebbles
being thrown against the window-pane. He sprang up, rushed to
the window and saw Giant standing in the yard, fully ready for
a start.

"Hullo, you! How long are you going to snooze?" demanded the
small youth. "I've been ready for an hour. Don't you know that
this is the all-important day?"

"I do!" cried Snap. "What time is it?"

"Half-past six. I wanted to start by six."