served as a seat. "Now that our campaign has really commenced, we
ought to begin to rough it, and should not be too proud to ride
even in a--in a--"

She evidently couldn't think of any vehicle mean enough for her
purpose.

"In a green-grocery cart," I suggested.

"Yes, or in a red one. Go ahead, John."

When Euphemia returned on foot, I had a fire in the camp-stove and
the kettle was on.

"Well," said Euphemia, "Mr. Ball says it's all right, if we keep
the fence up. He don't want his cows to get into the creek, and
I'm sure we don't want 'em walking over us. He couldn't
understand, though, why we wanted to live out here. I explained
the whole thing to him very carefully, but it didn't seem to make
much impression on him. I believe he thinks Pomona has something
the matter with her, and that we have come to stay out here in the
fresh air so as not to take it."

"What an extremely stupid man Mr. Ball must be!" I said.

The fire did not burn very well, and while I was at work at it,
Euphemia spread a cloth upon the grass, and set forth bread and
butter, cheese, sardines, potted ham, preserves, biscuits, and a
lot of other things.