"Barkus is willing if you can stand the tramp." "We don't tramp, we drive. It's a trifle too early for hunting, but by the latter part of next week, you might try it. You can take the boys and spring wagon and have an all-day picnic. I can spare them, and Ernest for a guide." "Can we all go?" Katy started up excitedly. "Of course, I can shoot a little," Chicken Little sounded patronizing. "Yes, Chicken Little can shoot but she never hits anything--she always shuts her eyes before she pulls the trigger," Ernest called her down promptly. "It's no such thing, Ernest Morton, I killed a quail once, didn't I, Father?" "Dick, if you'll come and unrope our trunks, I think we'd better be getting our things out," said Alice an hour later. "Yours to command, Captain. I am perishing to have Chicken Little see my present." "Yes, Jane, what do you think? Dick had to go and pick you out a gift all by himself--he wasn't satisfied with my efforts. And he has the impudence to insist that you will like his best." "We've got a package for you, too, but I don't know what's in it. Mother wouldn't let us see. Let's go unpack quick, Gertie, and find out." "And I want to show my trousseau! Shall I get it out to-night, Mrs. Morton, or wait till morning?" "To-night, Alice," spoke up Marian, "I want to see it and I'll be busy in the morning. I am pining to see some pretty clothes." Dick had already vanished into the upper regions and he called down airily: "Doors open, ladies. World renowned aggregation of feminine wearing apparel, including one pair of the very latest hoops and the youngest thing in bustles, now on exhibition." Mrs. Morton looked shocked, and Marian and Alice tried to control their amusement. "The heathen, I warned him to be good." Alice laughed in spite of herself with an apologetic glance at Mrs. Morton. The girls had bolted upstairs at the first words of Dick's invitation. "Come on, Mother, don't mind Dick's nonsense," said Marian, linking her arm in hers and gently drawing her up. "It will do you good to see Alice's pretty things." Dick held the door open for them with a deep salaam. Alice held up a finger warningly with an imperceptible gesture in Mrs. Morton's direction. He shrugged his shoulders repentantly. "Now, Alice, if you'll just dig out my particular parcel I'll vamoose. Women complain that men never take an interest in their affairs and then if a misguided chap tries to act intelligent, he is snubbed." Dick's tone sounded injured. Alice kissed the tip of his ear and shoved him out of the way. "You're so big, Dick, there's never room for anyone else when you're around." Alice deftly opened trays and lids, pulling out protecting papers; she handed Dick a large flat parcel. Dick received it with his hand on his heart, then striking an oratorical attitude, addressed Jane in the formal tone he used in court.