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Next was the canary bird, Pitty-Sing, and last, but not least, five
horn-toads which were nameless, but who lived peacefully together in a
box with sand to burrow in.

All of these members of the family interested Jan, but he wanted to be
friends with the old cat and her kittens, because he missed Hippity-Hop.
Whenever he tried to go near them, the four jumped to their feet, arched
their backs, and spat at him so rudely that he gave up making friends,
and decided that only three-legged cats liked dogs.

Each day about three o'clock all work was put aside by the artists, for
this was the time they went to visit "The Land of Make-Believe."
Sometimes they were gypsies, and supper was cooked over a campfire among
the oak trees. Again, they pretended Jan was a big bear and he found it
great fun to chase after the children while they ran away as though
really afraid of him. Then it was "Little Red Riding Hood" with Jan for
the wolf, but he did not eat any one, like the wolf did, for he knew he
would have a nice piece of meat cooked over the wood fire as they all
sat about on the ground and pretended they had no place to sleep
excepting underneath the trees. When the stars began to twinkle, the
sunbonnet children said that the angels were lighting the candles in
Heaven, and very soon it was time to go home for the night.

Haying time in California is different from that of other parts of the
world, for it is in May, and many months ahead of other places. The
fields were dotted with little mounds of yellow hay drying in the sun,
and one evening Mrs. Melville told the children she had a new game for
the Land of Make-Believe. The next afternoon they could hardly wait
until they reached the hay-fields.

"Now, children," said their mother, "these are the snow-covered peaks of
the Alps that I told you about. Ruth must be a lost traveller and wander
around among these mountains of snow until she is too tired to go any
further. Then she must lie down and pull the hay over her and wait to be
rescued from death in the snow."

As Ruth scampered away, Jan followed her, but Mrs. Melville called him
back. He sat looking at her, but his head turned frequently toward the
place he had last seen little Ruth. Several times he started to get up,
but each time he sat down again and waited.

"You, Charlotte, are a monk from the Hospice and Bruin will go with you
to search for lost travellers in this terrible snow-storm."

Jan st