teach you so many useful things."

"Yes, indeed," said Ethel. "Cousin Kate is right. There's very little
that Mother can not do."

Old Mr. Adams came up with a load of delicacies which had been ordered by
the thoughtful Uncle John.

He paid no attention to the girls but as on previous occasions he gave
his entire attention to his horses. He wiped off their foaming sweat with
his hands. Last year it had been his handkerchief varied with bundles of
grass and leaves. After cleaning them to his satisfaction he calmly
walked to the clear brook and washed his hands thoroughly.

"Isn't that awful?" whispered Patty to Miss Kate. "I shall never feel
like drinking water from that brook again."

"Why my dear," laughed Kate, "that water changes every minute. It's gone
now and in its place there's fresh--don't worry."

"Here they are!" called Nora, and there came to view Uncle John and a
lady whom from Ethel's resemblance to her they at once knew and fell
deeply in love with, especially Mattie.

And everything pleased Mrs. Hollister,--the girls, their costumes, their
tents, and the delicious dinner cooked over an open fire interested her
greatly. She even held one of the forked branches on which reposed the
chicken and broiled it as well as a chef, but she thought the green corn
was the most delicious thing that she'd ever tasted. After dinner she
said: