lady from Skye
Who was so exceedingly shy,
When she undressed at night,
She put out the light,
For fear of the all-seeing eye.'"

Miss Campbell so far forgot her objections as to burst out laughing,
and she was still further placated by finding at one end of the porch a
good-sized locker room, and adjoining that a bathroom.

"The water comes from the top of the mountain," announced Billie. "It's
just piped in and doesn't have to be pumped. Think of bathing in such
clear pure water as that. Oh, I know camping like this will be perfect!"

"It may and it may not be," observed Miss Campbell, bathing her hands
and face in some of the crystal water. "Good heavens, what's that?" she
demanded, startled by the sound of a bugle in the twilight stillness.
The call was loud and clear, reverberating among the mountains and
coming back to them in a softened, muffled echo.

"That's Mr. Lupo blowing the supper horn," called Mr. Campbell from the
sleeping porch below. Down they all filed and seated themselves anywhere
around a long rustic table apparently loaded with food, for all the
meal had been placed upon it regardless of ceremony, and people were
expected to help themselves.

"Fall to, fall to, ladies," said Mr. Campbell, serving slices of broiled
ham until the pile of plates in front of him was reduced to one.

"Let's introduce scientific management into this business," suggested
Billie. "With one deft movement of the arm, I'll help each plate to
creamed potatoes, passing them along in order to Nancy, who can dish out
the baked omelette. While we are doing that Mary can serve the butter
and Elinor can pass around the biscuits. There is no labor wasted and
the food is distributed in the quickest possible time."

"What shall I be doing?" asked Miss Campbell. "I don't see that I am
being scientifically managed."

"Yes you are," answered Mr. Campbell with a mischievous glance at the
pretty little lady. "You are being scientifically managed by not being
allowed to do anything."

There was a chorus of drowsy, good-natured laughter. The leavening
influence of food at a journey's end was already beginning to take
effect. Presently Mr. Lupo came in with a tray of cups and saucers and a
pot of steaming hot coffee, and Mrs. Lupo, silent and soft of foot,
placed four tall wooden candlesticks on the table, the light from the
tallow candles shedding a yellow glow on their faces.

"Excuse me," said Mary, rising, af