t of it to screen
the kitchen from the company. This shed was dining-room, parlor, and
general social center. At the fourth side, opposite the dining-room and
kitchen, was a commodious office with three rooms. Here the clerical
force worked, and the bosses planned and ordered the work of the
company.

This sort of life suited Don and Dot perfectly, and they peeped into
every bunk, and hovered about the kitchen, with the satisfaction of
having reached the great goal in life.

"This bunk is for the children--Don and Dot, Venie and Babs," explained
Mr. Starr, showing the bunks adjoining the hut which would be occupied
by himself and wife.

"Can't Dot and I have a hut all to ourselves?" asked Don, who hoped to
have great fun in these little huts.

"Not much!" laughed Mr. Starr. "I doubt if Venie can keep you two in
order, but we will try it."

"Where's Mete going to live?" asked Dot eagerly.

"Meredith and Paul will have bunks in the same hut with the foreman, and
Elizabeth has a bunk partitioned off from her father and mother's half
of a hut," replied Mrs. Starr.

"Well, guess I'll have a look at my house," ventured Don, stepping into
the log cabin which was to be his abode for a time.

"Dot, look'a here! they don't have bed-springs in these bunks,"
whispered Don, lifting up a corner of a sweet smelling mattress.

"And the mattress! What is it stuffed with?" exclaimed Dot.

"Don't know, but it smells fine, don't it?" said Don.

Meredith and Paul peeped in just then and seeing the two examining the
beds, laughed.

"You ought to see ours, if you think the company ought to provide you
with Dutch feather-beds," said Paul.

"What are yours?" Don asked.

"Just balsam branches heaped up in the bunks; we spread a blanket over
them at night and sink into peaceful dreams."

"Then we want balsam branches, too," demanded Dot.

"Why should we have these things if the other men have branches?"
queried Don.

"We'll ask Daddum next time we see him," said Meredith, as Paul and he
continued on their way.

"Dot, we'll just go over and take a look at those balsam beds. If we
like them better, we will ask Mumzie to have ours changed. If ours is
best, we won't say anything," whispered astute Don.

They found Paul's bunk filled with balsam branches as he said, but they
felt perfectly content with their nice soft mattresses after the balsam
had been tested.

Before any further matters of interest could be found, a deafe