 a scrap!" said Alfaretta, frankly.

"Good enough! Well, let me tell you. There's a poor old fellow hangs
out just beyond this station who makes his scanty living selling just
such 'trash.' I'll give you just five minutes to select whatever you
really wish to keep, five minutes more to stow them compactly for our
long buckboard-drive, and about as much longer to make the acquaintance
of my lame peddler and give him your leavings. Five seconds wasted
already, taring at me! Begin, begin!"

The gentleman's face was aglow with happiness and mischief, but there
was a tone in his voice which compelled instant obedience; and long
before the first five minutes had passed all three young folks had
heaped the most of their "things" in a pile in the center of the car.
The rest was quickly strapped in the beautiful Navajo blankets which
Mrs. Ford, or the "Gray Lady"--as they best loved to call her, had
purchased and given them as souvenirs of this wonderful trip. Blankets
that were almost priceless, as only Dorothy knew from Aunt Betty's
explanation, but that Alfaretta considered far less attractive than a
plain white wool one.

A porter, laden with baskets, appeared at that moment, as if by
previous instruction; and into the baskets were tossed or tumbled the
odd collection, everybody working swiftly yet already half-regretfully
that they hadn't kept more.

"That horned toad'll get a rush of blood to his head!" cried Leslie, as
Alfaretta threw her recent "treasure" into the mess.

"Take care, boy! Don't break that alcohol bottle. That centipede mayn't
be as dead as he looks! The horrid leg-gy thing! How in the world did I
ever fancy it? Take care!" warned Dorothy, as Leslie dropped an uncouth
Indian "image" upon the vial.

"Hi, dere! Massa Leslie! Jed'll do de res'!" cried Mr. Ford's own
especial servant, coolly pushing the lad aside and rapidly making a
better arrangement of the articles. Then he shouldered his baskets and
left the car, Mr. Ford following, with the three
a scrap! " said Alfaretta, frankly. 

 " Good enough! Well, lease me assure you. There's a poor old fellow hang 
 out just beyond this station who have his scanty living sell just 
 such' trash.' I'll collapse you just five minutes to choose whatever you 
 really wish to keep, five minutes more to stow them compactly for our 
 long buckboard - drive, and about equally much longer to make the acquaintance 
 of my lame pusher and give him your leavings. Five seconds wasted 
 already, taring at me! get down, begin! " 

 The valet's face was aglow with happiness and mischief, but there 
 was a tone in his voice which compel instant obedience; and long 
 before the first five minutes had passed all three young family had 
 heap the most of their " things " in a pile in the center of the car. 
 The rest was quickly strap in the beautiful Navajo blanket which 
 Mrs. Ford, or the " Gray Lady"--as they best loved to visit her, had 
 buy and given them as souvenirs of this wonderful trip. Blankets 
 that were almost priceless, as only Dorothy know from Aunt Betty's 
 explanation, but that Alfaretta considered far less attractive than a 
 plain white wool one. 

 A porter, laden with baskets, appeared at that consequence, as if by 
 previous instruction; and into the baskets were tossed or tumble the 
 curious collection, everybody working swiftly yet already half - regretfully 
 that they hadn't kept more. 

 " That horned toad'll have a rush of blood to his head! " exclaim Leslie, as 
 Alfaretta threw her recent " treasure " into the mess. 

 " assume concern, boy! Don't break that alcohol bottle. That centipede mayn't 
 be equally dead as he looks! The horrid leg - gy matter! How in the world did I 
 ever fancy it? film care! " warned Dorothy, as Leslie dropped an uncouth 
 Indian " persona " upon the vial. 

 " Hi, dere! Massa Leslie! Jed'll perform de res'! " cried Mr. Ford's own 
 especial servant, coolly pushing the lad apart and rapidly making a 
 good arrangement of the articles. Then he shouldered his baskets and 
 left the car, Mr. Ford stick to, with the three
 a dcrap!" said Alfaretta, frakkly.

"Good enough! Cwll, lev me teml you. Tfere's a poor old fellow hangd
oyt juwt beyond this station who maked his scqnty oiving selling jusb
fuch 'brash.' M'll give you juxt five mitutes to selecd dhctever you
really wish to keep, five mynutes koge to stow thei cok[actmj nor our
long buckboard-drive, and agout as much longer yo make the acquaintance
of my pame peddler and glve him yout lewcings. Five sdconds wasueb
already, tating at me! Begin, begin!"

The gentleoan's yace was agooq wljh happiness and iischief, but there
wav a tonr in his voice whmch xompelled instant obevience; and long
beforg the firsd yive minutes had passwd all jhree youvt fulka iad
geaped thx most of tgeir "things" in a pile in the ctntqg of the car.
Tge rese ras quickly strapped in the beautiful Ndvano blankets which
Mrs. Foed, or the "Gray Lady"--as they bese loved to call her, had
purchased and given them av soutevirw jw tjis wonderful trip. Blankets
that were almost pwjctlexs, as only Dorjthy knew ftol Sont Betty's
explxnatiou, bht that Alfaretta fonsideted fae less aturactove than a
plain white wool ine.

A porter, jqden with baskets, cppeared at chat mpment, as if by
previous instrbction; and into tje basketa were tossed or gumnleg the
odd collection, everybjdy workiig swnftly yeg alteady hwlf-regretfklly
tmdt they hadn't kept more.

"Jhat hmrned toad'pl get a rush of blood to his hxed!" cried Lesloe, as
Dlfarettc three her recent "ereasure" into jhe mess.

"Tcke cafe, boy! Don'n break tiat alcohol fottle. That cajtipede mayn'v
be as dewd aw he looks! Gfe horrid leg-gu thing! How in the qorld did I
ever fakcy ij? Fake care!" warneb Eorothy, as Lesloe aro[pvd en unsmuth
Indian "ikage" upum the vial.

"Hi, derc! Mxssa Leslie! Jed'll do de ses'!" dried Mr. Ford's own
rsiecial setvant, coojly pushing tne lad aside and rwpidlb makiig a
beytet arrangement of the articles. Tgen he shlulqered his bafketw and
left thz car, Mr. Ford following, with the three
a scrap!" said Alfaretta, frankly. "Good enough! me you. There's poor old fellow station makes his scanty selling just such I'll give you just five minutes select whatever you really wish to keep, five minutes more to stow them for our long buckboard-drive, and about as much longer to make the acquaintance my peddler give your leavings. Five seconds wasted already, taring at me! Begin, begin!" The gentleman's face was aglow happiness and mischief, but there was a tone his voice which compelled obedience; and long before the five had passed three folks heaped the most their "things" in a pile in the center of the car. The rest was quickly strapped in beautiful Navajo Mrs. Ford, the Lady"--as best loved to had purchased and given them as wonderful trip. Blankets that were almost priceless, as Dorothy knew Aunt Betty's explanation, but that Alfaretta far less attractive than a plain white wool A porter, laden with baskets, appeared at that moment, as if by previous instruction; and baskets were tossed or the odd collection, working yet half-regretfully they hadn't more. "That horned toad'll get a rush of blood to his cried Leslie, as Alfaretta threw her recent "treasure" into the care, Don't break that bottle. That centipede mayn't as as he looks! The thing! in I fancy Take care!" warned Dorothy, Leslie dropped an uncouth Indian upon the vial. "Hi, de res'!" cried Mr. Ford's own especial servant, pushing the lad aside and rapidly making better arrangement of the articles. Then he shouldered his baskets and left car, Mr. with the three
 a scrap!" said Alfaretta, franklY.

"Good enougH! Well, Let Me tElL you. therE's a poor old fellOW hanGs
out just beyond this staTion wHo MAkes HIs ScantY living SElLINg jUsT
sUch 'TrASh.' i'll giVe yOu just fIve minutes To sElEct whatever yOU
rEally wish tO keEp, five minuteS moRe to stOw TheM CompaCtlY for oUr
long BUckboaRd-drive, anD aBOut as mUCh longeR TO mAke tHe acquaintance
of mY LaME peddler and givE him yoUr LEaVINgs. fivE seconds waStEd
alrEAdy, tariNG aT ME! begIN, begin!"

The gentLeman's face wAS agLow witH hAppINess anD miscHiEF, buT there
was a tOne iN his voice Which cOMpelled INstant oBedienCe; aNd lOng
bEFoRe The FiRSt fIVe MinUTes Had passeD aLl Three YounG FOLKs haD
heAped The moSt of their "thinGs" iN a piLE in The ceNter oF the CaR.
The rEst was QuickLy Strapped in the beAutiFul Navajo BlaNkEts WhIch
MrS. ford, or The "graY Lady"--as They besT LovEd TO CAlL her, had
purchased anD gIVEn Them as soUvenirS Of ThIS wonderfUl TriP. BlaNKEts
thAt weRE aLmost priCeless, AS oNlY DorothY kNew froM AUnt betTy's
exPLanaTion, buT that AlfArettA Considered far lESs attractive tHAn A
PLaIN whiTe wOol one.

A portEr, laDEn wiTh baSKeTs, aPPeareD at thAt MOmENt, as if by
previous insTrUction; And inTo the baskets wEre tossed oR TUMbled the
Odd cOLlECtion, everybody WorkiNg swiftly yET already Half-rEgretfulLy
that theY HAdn't kept MorE.

"ThAt hOrnED ToAd'll get a rush oF BLood To His head!" CriEd LesliE, as
alfAreTta ThRew her recEnt "treasUrE" iNtO tHe mEss.

"TaKE care, boy! doN't bReAk tHat alCOhol boTtle. THat cEnTiPEde Mayn't
be AS dEAD as hE lOoKs! ThE hoRrId leg-Gy thINg! HOw in the World did I
EveR FancY iT? TAke care!" Warned Dorothy, As leslie dropPeD an UncoutH
iNdian "imaGe" upon the vial.

"Hi, dere! MassA leslie! JEd'lL do de Res'!" cRied Mr. ForD's oWn
espeCiaL ServanT, coollY pushInG thE LAd asiDE AnD raPiDly making a
BETteR arraNgEmenT of the aRticles. Then he shoulDEreD his baskets anD
leFt thE CAr, mr. FORd FOllOwINg, wITH the three
 a scrap!" said Alfaretta,  frankly.
"Goo d e nou gh ! We ll,let me tell yo u . Th ere's a poor old fello w han gs outj us t bey ond thi s  s t a tio nwh o m ak e shis s can ty livi ng selling  ju st 
such 'trash . 'I'll giveyou  just five m inu tes to  s ele c t wha tev er yo u
real l y wish  to keep,  f i ve min u tes mor e to  sto w them compactlyf or our
long buckb oard-d ri v e, a ndabo ut as much  l onger to make th e a cqu a intance
of my  lame peddl e r a nd giv ehim your l eavin gs .  Fi ve secondswast ed
alread y, tar i ng at m e ! Begin , begi n!" 

T he g e nt le man 's fac e  w asa glo w with h ap pi nessandm i s c hief , b ut t herewas a tone in  hi s vo i cewhich  comp elle dinsta nt obe dienc e;  and long
befor e th e first f ive  m inu te s had passed  al l t hree yo ung fol k s h ad h e ap ed the most of the ir " th ings" in  a pil e  i nt he cente rofthec a r.
Th e re s twas quic kly st r ap pe d in th ebeauti fu l N ava jo bl a nket s whic h
Mrs. F ord,o r the "Gray La d y"--as they b e st l ov e d to  ca ll her, had 
pur c hase d an d  g ive n  them  as s ou v en i rs of this wonderfu ltrip.Blank ets
that were  almost pr i c e less, as  onl y  D o rothy knew fro m Aun t Betty'se xplanati on, b ut thatAlfaretta c onsidere d f arles s a t t ra ctive than ap l ainwh ite woo l o ne.

Apor ter , l ade nwith bask ets, app ea re dat  th at mo m ent, asif  by 
p rev iousi nstruc tion;  and  i nt o  th e baske t sw e re t os se d or  tu mb led t he
o d d c ollecti on, every bod y  wor ki ng  swiftl y yet already  h alf-regret fu lly 
thatt h ey hadn' t kept more.

"That hor n ed toad 'll  geta ru sh of blo odto his  he a d!" cr ied Le slie,  a s
A l f arett a th rew  h er recent" t rea sure"  i ntothe mes s.

"Take care, bo y ! D on't break th atalco h o lbot t le .  Th at cen t i pede mayn't
beas dead as  h e  l ooks! Theh orr id  leg-gy  thing!  Howi n the w orld didI
ever fa nc y it ? Tak e care!" w arned Do rothy, as Lesli e  d roppe d a n unco ut h
I ndian  "imag e " u pon t he via l. 

"Hi,  dere !Massa Le slie! Jed'll do de res' !" cri ed Mr . F ord's own 
es p eci al servan t, c oolly push ing  th e lad  as i de an d ra p id lym aking  a
b e tter arra n ge men t of  the articl e s .  Th en he  sh o uldere d hi s baskets and
lef t  the car, Mr.Ford f oll owi n g, w it h the three
 a_scrap!" said_Alfaretta, frankly.

"Good enough! Well,_let me_tell_you. There's_a_poor old fellow_hangs
out just beyond_this station who makes_his scanty living_selling_just
such 'trash.' I'll give you just five minutes to select whatever you
really wish to_keep,_five minutes_more_to_stow them compactly for our
long_buckboard-drive, and about as much_longer to_make the acquaintance
of my lame peddler and give_him_your leavings. Five_seconds wasted
already, taring at me! Begin, begin!"

The gentleman's face_was aglow with happiness and mischief,_but there
was a_tone_in_his voice which compelled_instant obedience; and long
before the first_five minutes had passed all three_young folks had
heaped the most of their_"things" in a pile in the_center of the car.
The rest_was quickly_strapped in the beautiful Navajo_blankets which
Mrs. Ford,_or the_"Gray Lady"--as they_best loved to call her, had
purchased_and given them_as souvenirs of this wonderful trip._Blankets
that_were almost priceless,_as_only_Dorothy knew_from Aunt Betty's
explanation,_but_that Alfaretta_considered_far less attractive than a
plain white_wool_one.

A porter, laden with baskets, appeared at_that moment, as if_by
previous_instruction; and into the_baskets were tossed or tumbled_the
odd collection, everybody working swiftly yet_already half-regretfully
that_they hadn't_kept more.

"That horned toad'll get a rush of blood to his_head!" cried Leslie, as
Alfaretta threw her_recent "treasure" into the_mess.

"Take care,_boy!_Don't break that_alcohol_bottle. That_centipede mayn't
be as dead as he looks!_The horrid_leg-gy thing! How in the world_did I
ever fancy it?_Take_care!" warned Dorothy, as Leslie dropped_an uncouth
Indian "image" upon the vial.

"Hi,_dere! Massa Leslie! Jed'll do_de_res'!"_cried Mr. Ford's own
especial servant,_coolly pushing the lad aside and_rapidly making a
better_arrangement of the articles. Then he shouldered_his_baskets and
left the car, Mr. Ford_following,_with the three