king moving ones he was using his small hand camera. How many
times he had taken the likeness of Ruth it would be hard to estimate.

They wandered about the orange grove, and the young men bought some of
the delicious fruit, right from the trees, and fully ripe. It had a
flavor all its own.

"Let me show you how to eat an orange," suggested one of the men of the
grove, as he saw the young people going about, "in the way it is usually
done when no orange spoons are to be had."

"Somebody has said," went on the man, "that you need to lean over a
bathtub to eat an orange this way, but it's worth while. You get a little
smeared up doing it; but you can wash in the spring over there," and he
pointed to one amid a pile of stones.

Then with his keen knife he cut the orange in a peculiar spiral manner,
with the skin left on so that eventually he had a long yellow strip, with
the sections of orange clinging to the yellow rind.

"Now, all you've got to do is to run your mouth along that strip," he
directed, "and you get all the juice--that is, all you don't miss. It
takes a little practice; but I've got some black boys that can get every
drop. Watch!"

Rapidly he ate along the extended strip of skin, to which clung the cut
sections of orange. In a moment it was clean.

"It's an awfully crude way of doing it--but, as long as we're in an
orange grove, let's do as the orange 'grovers' do," laughed Alice.

"I'm game!" cried Paul.

"Same here!" put in Russ, and they cut their oranges as the man had done.
The latter then prepared one each for Ruth and Alice, and amid much
laughter--the girls and the young men leaning far over so as not to drip
the juice on their clothes--they finished the delicious fruit.

"Now bring on your bathtub!" cried Russ.

"There's the spring," the man said. "There's a basin near it, and it's
clean."

Laughing over the new way of eating oranges, but voting that it was worth
while, even if it was a bit "smeary," the young folks washed their hands
and faces, and kept on through the grove, growing more and more glad at
every step that they had come to Florida.

"And now for the Fountain of Youth!" cried Paul.

"I don't feel that I need it, after that delicious orange," laughed Ruth.

"Indeed, if you get any younger, you'll go back to kindergarten days,"
remarked Paul.

"Thank you. I don't want to be quite as young as that."

The Fountain of Youth, one of the curiosities of St. Augustine, is on