observed Billie.

"It would have been good-by to cathedrals then," answered her father.
"Mr. Primeval Man would have passed so much of his time in the easy
chair that he would never have got beyond the age of dull-edged tools."

And in this thoroughly modern primeval hut there were plenty of
inducements to be lazy. Grouped about the stone chimney of an immense
open fire-place were numerous easy chairs, and ranged against the dim
confines of the walls were quite half a dozen cots to be used by people
who might prefer to sleep indoors, Mr. Campbell explained.

The heads of several deer with branching antlers looked down at them
from the walls, and on the floor in front of the fire-place was
stretched the skin of a great black bear.

"Papa, I think it's really beautiful," exclaimed Billie, rubbing her
cheek against her father's shoulder.

"So do we all, Mr. Campbell," cried the other Motor Maids.

"I am delighted and relieved," he answered, rubbing his hands together
with pleasure over their pleasure. "Better introduce Cousin Helen to
her--er bedroom now, and wash up before supper," he added, winking and
grinning behind that little lady's back.

Anybody would approve of the big room of the camp. It was indeed a
splendid place, but how was Miss Campbell going to take to the
dormitory? A flight of rustic steps at one end led to a gallery opening
on this doubtful territory.

"Oh, how delightful," cried Billie, rushing through the door with a
great show of enthusiasm. "I have always wanted to sleep in the open and
never had a chance except that one night on the plains. Remember, Cousin
Helen? And how you did enjoy it, too!"

"One night, yes, my dear, but this is for some sixty nights or more,"
answered Miss Campbell, surveying a row of cots placed at intervals
along the porch. "I never slept in the room with anybody in my life
before."

"But this is not sleeping in a room. This is sleeping in the world,
under the great dome of heaven," exclaimed Billie, laughing uneasily.

"If you want privacy, you can draw a veil," remarked Elinor, pointing to
denim curtains on poles between some of the beds.

"And be alone in the world, under the great dome of heaven? Never!"
cried Miss Campbell. "But do we dress out here in sight of the entire
range of mountains? I should feel that each mountain had an eye turned
on me."

"Really, cousin, you remind me of the old lady from Skye," ejaculated
Billie:

"'There was an old