"Now that I have a fairly clear conception of whom Larry, Joe, Sam,
Rosie and Rover are--I think I have them right--"

"Exactly, Papa."

"I wish to find out just who are to form the advance party, the scouting
party."

"The scouting party? I don't know what you mean. But Nora--you know
Nora?"

"Certainly, the little black-eyed Irish Terrier--terror, I mean."

"Oh, Papa, she's just lovely and she's my friend."

"Is she, dear, then I apologise, but indeed I meant nothing derogatory
to her. I greatly like her, she is so spunky."

"Yes, there's Nora, and Kathleen, Nora's sister."

"Oh, Kathleen, the tall beautiful girl with the wonderful hair?"

The little girl sighed. "Oh, such lovely long yellow hair." The little
maid's hair was none of these. "And she is not a bit proud--just nice,
you know--just as if she were not so lovely, but like--only like me."

"Like you, indeed!" exclaimed the doctor indignantly. "Like my little
girl? I don't see any one quite like my little girl. There is not one of
them with all their yellow hair and things that is to be compared with