ether in the car."

"Rosie, too? Very interesting indeed."

"Now, Papa, you must not laugh at me. It is very interesting. They all
came for days and days together in the car from somewhere down East,
Ontario, I think. And Mr. Gwynne says they are just like a circus. And
they play instiments and dance."

"What, Rosie too? How clever of her!"

The child's laugh rang out joyously. "Oh, Papa, that's awfully funny.
And we're going down on our wheels. Nora can ride now, you know, and
she's going to take Ethel May's wheel. It's awfully hard to ride, but
Nora's as strong as Kathleen."

"Well, well," said her father, greatly interested in this exciting but
somewhat confused tale. "Just wait until I wash my hands and then you
shall tell me what it all means. Thank you for this deliciously cool
lemonade. It is very refreshing. You will tell me all about it at
lunch."

The lunch hour was devoted first of all to disentangling from the mass
the individual members of the car party, which after an adventurous
journey across half a continent had apparently made camp at the Winnipeg
freight sheds. Then followed the elucidation of the details of the plan
by which this camp was to be attacked and raided during the afternoon.

"Now that I have a fairly clear conception of whom Larry, Joe, Sam,
Rosie and Rover are--I think I have them right--"

"Exactly, Papa."

"I wish to find out just who are to form the advance party, the scouting
party."

"The scouting party? I don't know what you mean. But Nora--you know
Nora?"

"Certainly, the little black-eyed Irish Terrier--terror, I mean."

"Oh, Papa, she's just lovely and she's my friend."

"Is she, dear, then I apologise, but indeed I meant nothing derogatory
to her. I greatly like her, she is so spunky."

"Yes, there's Nora, and Kathleen, Nora's sister."

"Oh, Kathleen, the tall beautiful girl with the wonderful hair?"

The little girl sighed. "Oh, such lovely long yellow hair." The little
maid's hair was none of these. "And she is not a bit proud--just nice,
you know--just as if she were not so lovely, but like--only like me."

"Like you, indeed!" exclaimed the doctor indignantly. "Like my little
girl? I don't see any one quite like my little girl. There is not one of
them with all their yellow hair and things that is to be compared with
my own little girl."

"Oh, Papa. I know you think so, and I wish it was so. And I am awfully
glad you think so, but of course you are pre