Blue Bonnet flashed him an appreciative smile. "That would never do for a crowd as--ahem--up-to-date as we try to be!" "Let's have something beautiful," said Kitty. "And romantic," added Debby. "If you want something typical of this country," Dr. Judson spoke up, "--there's an expressive phrase often used hereabouts. Those of you who know the habits of the 'greasers' don't need to be told why their country is called the 'land of _poco tiempo_.' It means literally 'little time'--but with the Mexicans it usually means 'after a while' or even 'by and by.' 'Always put off till to-morrow what should be done to-day' is their version of our old motto." "That just suits me!" cried Blue Bonnet. "I love Spanish names," exclaimed Kitty. _Poco Tiempo_ the camp was straightway christened; and, as they later proved, its inmates had no difficulty in living up to the name. CHAPTER XII POCO TIEMPO "I RECKON we'll all sleep without rocking," Blue Bonnet smiled drowsily in on the girls who were disrobing for the night. She had stolen from Grandmother's tent for a last word, but lingered for several before departing. "How's your bed, Sarah?" "A bit bumpy," the honest girl admitted. "Mustn't mind a little thing like that," Blue Bonnet admonished her. "They're not very little--just you wait and see." Sarah squirmed about seeking a level spot for her body. Alec and Knight, who had spent hours stuffing the bed-ticks with Spanish moss, would hardly have felt repaid could they have seen her discomfort at that moment. Observing her Blue Bonnet remarked: "I'm glad we brought the canvas cot for Grandmother. I don't mind bumpy beds myself--it isn't right to be too comfortable when you're camping out." Kitty stood, mirror in hand, ministering unto a blistered nose, and as Sarah gave a final grunt before closing her eyes, she called suddenly: "Sarah Blake, don't you dare go to sleep 'til we've drawn lots." "Lots?" Sarah blinked sleepily. "To see who's to get breakfast. After that we'll take turns, two at a time." "But there are five of us," protested Debby. "Grandmother says to count her in. We'll give her Sarah for a running-mate,--she's about the only one that can keep Sallykins in order." Sarah woke up at that to give the speaker a surprised and grieved look, at which Blue Bonnet burst into a laugh. "I'll label my next joke, Old Reliable," she said. Kitty looked about her for something which they could use for lots. Nothing seeming appropriate, she suddenly tweaked three bright hairs from her own curly head, arranged them in lengths and held them out for the others to draw. "Shortest gets breakfast; next lunch, longest dinner," she announced tersely. "Hooray for us!" cried Amanda, catching Blue Bonnet around the waist and hopping about on one foot, the other being unshod. "Lunch for us. Let's think up something easy." Kitty made a grimace at the short hair left in her hand. "Breakfast! Debby, I call that hard luck."