leo, "and that's a good joke, isn't it?
Speaking of packing, I never knew they called Patsies Packies, until
Mother told me the other day that's the most common of the little Irish
nicknames. Isn't it cute? Packie Mower! I believe we will christen
you Madie," suggested Cleo.

"No, please don't. You know I am a little bit truly Irish, and that
might sound like a parody."

"I can just see how we will get ready for that vacation if we keep on
wandering," Cleo reminded her companions. "Makes me think of the song
about the butcher who rambled, and rambled until the butcher cut him
down. Oh, no, it was some one else who rambled, because the butcher,
of course, did the cutting. They always do. But we do the rambling,
and we always do that. Now, let us plan for that tour, and the
vacation to follow."

"First, Cleo," said Madaline quite seriously, "let me say, I think your
aunt is a dear to take us in for our vacation. Mother may go to the
beach later, but I think the country first is just wonderful."

"And we are sure to have a great and glorious adventure," said Grace.
"Three of us couldn't miss finding that."

"Like a wedding!" Cleo teased Grace.

"Oh, you're horrid!" Grace pouted. "I'll withdraw that illustration if
it will make peace in the family. But about the hat boxes. I must
take my leghorn hat in the car, and in a box."

"And I have my brown poke. I couldn't possibly travel in that," added
Cleo, "yet I must take it."

"There's my frilly georgette. It would look like a rag if it were not
packed in special tissue paper for traveling," affixed Grace, "but one
small trunk certainly won't take in big hats."

"Oh, I'll tell you!" Cleo discovered. "We try our best hats in one box
all fitted in together. If they won't go we'll pack them in a big
strong wooden box, and express them. I do hate boxes to spoil a nice
long ride like that, when we want to snooze off, and feel luxurious."

"And they look so common when they're all strapped around like gypsies
moving. As if we couldn't wait for the express," added Madaline.

"There, don't you see how near we are coming to a honeymoon?" said
Grace. "I'm sure no hope chest of mine will ever be more important
than this vacation trunk. Shall we take our Scout uniforms?"

"Shall we?" echoed Madaline.

"Oh, certainly," replied Cleo. "The mountains are wonderful for hikes."

"But we are going to make it an absolute vacation," Grace reminded the
others.