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after a pause, " but what shall we do for .stories ? The 

 pictures are almost used up, and we have climbed to 

 the top branch of the tree, and by and bye it will be 

 too warm for a campfire." 



"Bless me!" exclaimed the Doctor, "how sad you 

 are. One would think you had the knowledge of the 

 whole world to carry. You have onl}^ made a little 

 fluttering CKCursion in this wonderful tree, groping 

 your way like a Bat in a strange garret; now you can 

 begin at the root again and stop to rest on any branch 

 that pleases you, reading delightful books on the way. 

 Then, as soon as Nature opens her door again, the door 

 of Camp Outdoors, you can use Camp Saturday for a 

 museum, a place where you may bring your treasures, 

 — cocoons, snake skins, twigs, stones, mosses, — all with- 

 out let or hindrance. 



"Speaking of museums, you have been so good while 

 you have been ill, and obeyed about not popping your 

 heads out of windows or doors, that I will tell you a 

 secret — a great surprise! 



" Dear, don't choke me ! Dodo, you know I told you 

 that you mustn't hug any one until you took the stock- 

 ings off your arms, and turned from a Manatee back to 

 a little girl. 



" The secret is this ! Early in March, when the days 

 grow a little longer, your father and I expect to have a 

 party, and your mother, Olive, Rap, Nat, and yourself 

 are to be the guests. We are going to New York to 

 spend the night at a hotel, and visit the Natural History 

 Museum, and also to see a few four-footed Americans 

 that live in the Park. I know that you often visited 

 both these places when you lived in the city, but 1 am 



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