“Yes, I am just dreadfully sorry that we shall have to go home, ’cause then I won’t see you any more, and I feel as if I love you next to my mother,” answered “Peter Pan,” and she put up a pair of puckered lips for a kiss as she hastily swallowed the last bit of her apple pie. “Really—Miss Bess, do you—do you think that a little girl ought to have only one piece of pie?” she asked, so entreatingly that Bess, injudiciously, she feared, gave her another large, juicy triangle. Laughingly she said: “There are times, dear, and this is one of them, when I think a little girl may have all the pie she wants.” But before the last crumb had been safely stored away, black lashes were drooping languidly over a pair of deep blue eyes, and a sleepy little girl was carried into the tent where she might sleep and dream of apple pies—p-i-e-s. Bess sat beside the sleeper with an unopened magazine on her knee. Just then her eyes rested on one of the air-beds, and immediately she began to wonder why it shouldn’t make a good boat. The more she thought of it the more she determined to try it and see. Without much trouble she arrayed herself in an improvised bathing suit and removed the canvas cover from the inflated rubber bed. She felt a reluctance in leaving “Peter Pan” alone, but she thought she would be gone only a few moments and would be in full view of the tent all the time. “Here, Lady!” Calling to the drowsy dog, she placed the animal with the sleeping child. Lifting the bed upon her back and shoulders she proceeded to the beach, after procuring two of the granite plates for paddles. Far down near the water’s edge she could see Joe busy dressing birds for dinner. She soon had her craft safely launched and was paddling about with great glee. Its motion was susceptible to the slightest stroke of the paddles, and try as she would she could not make it tip. “Oh, it’s such fun! I wish little ‘Peter Pan’ were here, too, to enjoy it,” she said aloud as she circled and splashed about in the water. Now she would sit on one corner and dangle her feet in the water, now slide completely in while clinging firmly to the float. An unceremonious barking from the tent caused her to scramble quickly onto the bobbing craft and look to see what or who might be the intruder. “Goodness!” she exclaimed, as she saw Dave Davis leap from his horse and fasten the reins about a tree. He was just about to proceed toward the tent when she called loudly to him, that he might not awake the sleeping child. At first he did not locate the direction of the call, then soon discovered the voyager and her ship. “Ship ahoy!” he called, as he made hurried strides over the round pebbles and larger stones on the beach. “I am proxene in camp today; but I must confess no visitors were expected,” said Bess, slipping into the water to cover her confusion, as she remembered too late her dishabille. “What are you to be next, I wonder! One day I find a squaw and another a mermaid!”