e shall find a spot so suitable when evening comes. What a pity we
cannot stay here!" said Sylvia regretfully; the heat had made her lazy,
and it did not seem worth while to go farther and to fare worse when
they had such a lovely spot to rest in.

"We ought to do twenty miles a day at the very least, and we have not
done more than ten as yet, so we must push on a little farther," replied
Nealie, standing up and stretching her arms above her head. Quite
privately she was saying to herself that she would love to camp just
then and there, for between sightseeing and excitement she was feeling
rather worn out. But it did not take much arithmetic to know that if
they only went ten miles in a day's journey they would be nearly a month
on the road, and at that rate their money would certainly not hold out,
for there were seven of them to feed, and even the horse would cost
money for food later on, as the animal would need corn or oatmeal to
keep it in good form for drawing the wagon.

So she resolutely put away the temptation to camp at that most
convenient spot, and, calling Rumple to help her harness, she set about
the preparations for a start.

The zest of travel had gone from all of them, however, and they went
forward in languid silence, while the heat and the dust seemed literally
to choke them. Then came a long hill, which appeared to stretch for
miles in front of them.

"I am going to walk for a time," said Nealie, as she sprang down and
went to the head of the horse, and the others tumbled out also, except
Rupert and Ducky, and they trailed along in the little shade cast by the
side of the wagon, and declared that it was less tiring to walk in the
dust than to be cooped up under the tilt of the wagon.

"We ought to be looking for a camping place soon, for of course we shall
be rather longer getting things into shape on the first night," said
Nealie, and then Rumple and Sylvia begged to be allowed to go forward
and find a place which seemed suitable for the purpose, and on their
promising not to leave the road, Nealie said they might go.

The way still led upward, and between the trees they could still get
glimpses of the waters of the wide harbour, although a few miles farther
on the road would turn inland, and then they would have to bid goodbye
to the sea.

Billykins trudged along by the side of Nealie, doing valiant things in
the matter of leading the horse, but Don trotted on just in front,
looking for a