me of the bundles and baskets. "I have never hoard of
such a story. To think old Reda had all those hidden away. Of course,
you being so young, Mary dear, she may have just intended to keep them
till you grew up," she concluded.

This explanation did not seem to satisfy some of her listeners,
although Mary was inclined to accept it. Presently Mrs. Dunbar was
examining the little cameos, the quaint foreign rings, and
lockets--there were a number of lockets. Then Mary offered the
photographs for her inspection. The trained eye of the artist lingered
on these. Yes, Mary surely was like her pretty mother; and the tall
soldierly man! What a pity he had to go so soon from the life of his
daughter.

"Makes me think of Guy," Mrs. Dunbar remarked, "with his love of
adventure. He must have been of the same temperament, for I am sure I
will soon have to pack up my kit and go traveling if I am to be with my
own good looking boy," and she gave one of her happy, rippling laughs.
Audrey Dunbar was still a girl, and "her boy's" tour through the west
had been her first separation from him since their marriage.

"But he will soon be home," she added, as if the girls had been
following her thoughts. "Then let us be prepared for more surprises."

"Why?" asked Madaline shyly.

"Oh, because he is a very surprising boy!" declared the young wife,
"and when he becomes a scout--Mercy me! what wonderful things will
happen! But now I am going down to see your other find--the monkey.
Cleo dear, you know my weakness for queer animals, and my love for
monkeys often got me in trouble during my hand-organ days. Come along.
It will be tea time before we know it."

In the few hours following it was difficult to make sure just which end
of Cragsnook was most fascinating. The girls went from one "exhibit"
to the other, with seemingly increasing interest, until Mrs. Dunbar
finally locked all the valuables in the safe, and Michael, down in his
quarters, had rigged up a cage for "Boxer." The girls decided he might
be called Boxer because they found him in a box, and also because
Michael had already discovered he could use his "fists."

After tea Mary declined an invitation to take a run to the village.
She seemed overdone with the day of excitement.

"But you girls go, and bring me some stamps, if you will," she said.
"I want to write a whole book to Grandie to-night. It seems the most
satisfactory way of talking to him now," she finis