camp at breakfast-time.'

'And flannel gowns for the night, and two pairs of boots, and a
riding-cap and one hat apiece,' added Margery.

'But oh, Elsie, my dear, you should see Dicky in his camping-suits,'
laughed Bell. 'They are a triumph of invention on mamma's part.
Just imagine! one is of some enamelled cloth that was left over from
the new carriage cushions; it is very shiny and elegant; and the
other, truly, is of soft tanned leather, and just as pretty as it can
be. Then he has hob-nailed, copper-toed boots, and a hat that ties
under his chin. Poor little man, he has lost his curls, too, and
looks rather like a convict.'

Mrs. Howard came in the door while Bell was speaking, and laughed
heartily at the description of Dicky's curious outfit. 'What time do
you start?' she asked, as she laid a bunch of mignonette on Elsie's
table.

'At eleven to-morrow morning,' Bell answered. 'Everything is packed.
We are to start in the steamer, and when we come to our old landing,
about forty miles down the coast, we are to get off and take a three-
seated thorough-brace wagon, and drive over to Las Flores Canyon.
Pancho has hired a funny little pack mule; he says we shall need one
in going up the mountain, and that the boys can take him when they go
out shooting,--to carry the deer home, you know.'

'If I can bring Elsie down, as I hope, we must come by land,' said
Mrs. Howard. 'I thought we could take two days for the journey,
sleeping at the Burtons' ranch on the way. The doctor says that if