out of his pocket.

"Oh, a water jar! Just like yours, Charley!" shrieked Felicia, taking
the little bowl carefully in her slender childish fingers. "Where did
you get it, Roger?"

Roger described his meeting with the squaws, and Dick added, "The whole
outfit is camping on a canyon the other side of the range. Old Rabbit
Tail told me this morning when he brought down the wood. It's there they
find the rock they make these ollas of. It's a kind of decomposed
granite. They pulverize it with their metates, add boiling water and get
a very fair clay. Qui-tha is up there with them and his strong medicine
has made a hit."

"Do they make dishes cheap, Dicky?" asked Felicia, crowding close to her
brother's knee. "Would they make me some doll dishes cheap, do you
think?"

Dick lifted the little girl to his knee and kissed her. "Why cheap,
little old chick-a-biddy?"

"Because I heard you tell Charley funds were getting awful low now you'd
sold the last of the turquoise. But this doll will starve, Dicky, if she
doesn't have dishes to eat off of."

"She looks fairly well fed," suggested Charley, shaking her head a
little helplessly over the frank statement of the family finances.

"She mustn't get run down, though," said Dick. "When I see one of the
squaws, I'll order some dishes, money or no money."

"I don't see why Aunt May didn't send along more of her toys," sighed
Charley. "It was so stupid of her! There is nothing at Archer's
Springs."

"Don't you worry, Charley!" cried Felicia. "The squaws will make me
some. I'll ask 'em."

"That's a good sport," said Dick, hugging the child against his broad
chest. He was Felicia's devoted slave, and Charley had no help from him
in maintaining discipline. It was she who said now:

"Look at the clock, Felicia, dear."

"I'd rather not," answered Felicia. Nevertheless, she slid off Dick's
lap and with the doll and the olla in her arms, kissed each of the
grown-ups in turn, and went off to bed.

"She's the best kid I ever saw," said Dick, after her bedroom door had
closed.

"And the prettiest," added Roger.

"You men spoil her," protested Charley, "and it's too bad because she
really is unusual."

"Pshaw! You were just like her," grunted Dick, "and we all petted you.
And heaven knows, you aren't spoiled. Of course, you're much too strict
with Felicia--and me."

Charley flushed. "You don't really think so, do you, Dick?" she asked.

Roger joined Dick in a chuckle at th