boats there early this morning," said the Captain.

"And now there are two canoes there, also," added Mr. Gilroy.

"Oh, really! But how did you manage to get them there--by paddling in
from the lake?" asked Mrs. Vernon.

"No, I had them brought from my boathouse this morning. While Jim was
here, I made use of him by having him help Hiram carry two canoes over
to the boat-wagon, and then drive down here. Not a soul nor a sound was
seen or heard about the camp, so I surmised you had all gone on a lark.
Then we launched the canoes and tied them to a stump to surprise you
when you should go for the boats. We never dreamed you could keep away
from temptation so long as this."

"Goody! Then the first scout that finishes her bed can go and catch fish
for supper," declared Amy, who was the slowest of the weavers.

They all laughed teasingly, and soon afterwards, Julie cried, "I'm done!
Now for the fish!"

Joan and Ruth soon completed their beds, too, so Mr. Gilroy went out
with them to fish. That evening he was invited to sup with the scouts,
and a jolly time they had. In the evening, while sitting about the dying
campfire, he said to the girls:

"The first rainy day that comes along I want you all to come to the
bungalow and see my collection of moths, flowers, birds, and
butterflies. I have a fine exhibit of butterflies, among them are rare
specimens that have seldom been found in these mountains. You scouts
will want to start collecting after you see what I have done."

"I shall be delighted to look at them, as I have always wanted my girls
to do something along those lines," said Mrs. Vernon.

"If you know anything about butterflies, you will prize the specimen of
swallow-tail I found in these woods," said Mr. Gilroy.

"Really! But I've heard they were never found in America, Mr. Gilroy,"
exclaimed Julie.

"I know that is a common belief, but I have one, nevertheless, and a
friend who devotes his time to studying insect-life assured me that the
one I caught was genuine. Then, the very next day this friend caught one
quite near the place where mine was taken. This led us to investigate,
and we reached the conclusion that there are rare butterflies hatched
out in isolated sections of this land, but are not found; so, of course,
no mention is made of them.

"Even if the farmers see a swallow-tail, or any other rare butterfly
hovering over their gardens, they don't know the difference, and it
passes safely. If tha