MR. CHUPES AND MISS JENNY 



little mountain-surrounded lake. The de- 

 lights of the situation were beyond words 

 when travelling-wraps were put aside and 

 country rigs donned, for it meant that we 

 had really entered into the blessed free 

 happy life of a camping-out summer. Not 

 under tents, it is true, but with no more 

 restrictions than a tent involves and greater 

 security than one affords. 



To no members of the party did the 

 pleasures of our new surroundings appeal 

 more forcibly than to Chupes and Jenny. 

 It was easy to find dozens of safe quiet 

 nooks, and it soon became the regular 

 thing for me to take the birds, my books, 

 and my writing materials down to the beau- 

 tiful lake side, where we would remain for 

 hours; the fragrant balsam firs sheltering 

 us from sun and observation, yet opening 

 their branches wide enough to enable us 

 to see the sky, the mountains and the lake, 

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