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He was glad that this one had come to his 
Aunt Aida’s, for they would be a month 
longer in camp, and then Zephyr’s winter 
would not seem so long. 
He seemed more and more appreciative of 
all the graceful pranks of his pet when she 
ran like a wild happy thing, leaping up as 
high as the fence posts after butterflies in 
the sunshine, running up to the very tops of 
the trees, and back again, but never catching 
the birds, oh no; she was too happy to lie in 
wait for them, and the best trick of all was, 
w'hen she would sit on the bank and watch 
for a boat coming from the other camp, 
every time he and Willard were out of her 
sight. She would listen for the lapping of 
the oars, then leap to the bank, give a glad 
little cry, arch her back, and give her sweet, 
high-toned purr when they came near. 
One evening before it was quite dark, 
when supper was just ready at their father's 
camp on the hill, Aida and Mo-ma had come 
