do and lying straight and smooth, and ask, "Who is that sweet girl?"
There's something wrong somewhere. I ought not to suffer because of
one small, simple, turned-up nose and a head of hair which reveals
the glowing tints of autumn, as Jack gracefully says.'

'Here they come!' shouted Jack from the group on the Howards' piazza.
'Christopher Columbus, what gorgeousness! The Flamingo, the Dove,
and the Blue-jay! Good-morning, young ladies; may we be allowed to
travel in the same steamer with your highnesses?'

'You needn't be troubled,' laughed Bell. 'We shall not disclose
these glories until we reach the camp. But you are dressed as usual.
What's the matter?'

'Why, the fact is,' answered Geoffrey, 'our courage failed us at the
last moment. We donned our uniforms, and looked like brigands,
highway robbers, cowboys, firemen,--anything but modest young men;
and as it was too warm for ulsters, we took refuge in civilised
raiment for to-day. When we arrive, you shall behold our dashing
sombreros fixed up with peacock feathers, and our refulgent shirts,
which are of the most original style and decoration.'

'Aboriginal, in fact,' said Jack. 'We have broad belts of alligator
skin, pouches, pistols, bowie-knives, and tan-coloured shoes; but we
dislike to flaunt them before the eyes of a city public.'

'Here they are!' cried Geoffrey, from the gate. 'Uncle, and aunt,
and Dicky, and--good gracious! Is he really going to take that
wretched tan terrier?'