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that the girls screamed with laughter. "Do you remember the time you
made me clean out the cabin three times before I got it right?"

"Tilly was a cruel lady! But aren't you glad now? See what a good
housekeeper I made of you." Enid looked proudly about the clean little
shack and showed her approval.

"Sure," said Tommy simply.

"That boy is just as much of a bluffer as ever," exclaimed Kit. "I saw
Cheerekee here with a broom. She disappeared as we came in. Tommy
never dusted this place today, I know he didn't."

"Of course today is different. I couldn't go to the station to meet
you and clean house at the same time. Cheerekee did the work today."
Tommy agreed without a smile.

"And every day. Look here, Tommy Sharpe, tell the truth and say you
have never swept or dusted this cabin in your life!" Bet grabbed him
by the shoulder and turned him around. "Look me in the eye and tell
the truth."

"Well, if I don't, I see to it that Cheerekee does," he acknowledged at
last.

"What's more, Mr. Tommy Sharpe," cried Enid gleefully, "you give her
strict orders not to touch anything up on that shelf. Heavens! Look
at the dust, girls, it's an inch thick."

"Ah ha, Tommy, we caught you there!"

"You would! I might have known you girls would see a little thing like
that. But what's the difference?"

"None at all, Tommy, only we won't allow you to take credit for things
that you don't do," scolded Enid playfully.

"That's because you are all hard-hearted girls," Tommy answered with a
scowl.

"Now, let's see your treasures." Bet was already peering on the high
shelf. "I want to see every one of them."

The girls looked eagerly about on the shelves that ran three deep about
the room, and each shelf was full to overflowing with his strange
collections. Enid smiled as she noticed several little pine cone
figures that she had given him for his own. These he had treasured and
they now held a conspicuous place in his assortment of knick-knacks.

There were stuffed birds, arrowheads, old bits of pottery, and many
Indian baskets.

"And look at that snake skin! Ugh, Tommy, how could you bear to touch
the wriggling thing?" exclaimed Joy with a shudder of disgust.

"It had stopped wriggling when I touched it," returned Tommy. "Can't
say as I like them squirmy, myself."

"And what is this, Tommy?" called Enid. "Girls do come and look at
this ugly thing in the jar. What is it? It's like a big