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Wiggin, Kate Douglas Smith, 1856-1923

"A Summer in a Canyon"


('Oh, joy, joy!' cried the girls.)
I need not say how gladly we followed this special prescription of
our kind doctor's, nor add that we started at once.
('Oh, Aunt Truth, there is nobody within a mile of the camp; can't I,
PLEASE can't I turn one little hand-spring, just one little lady-like
one?' pleaded Polly, dancing on one foot and chewing her sun-bonnet
string.
'No, dear, you can't! Keep quiet and let me read.')
Elsie would not let me tell you our plans any sooner, lest the old
story of a sudden ill turn would keep us at home; and I think very
likely that she longed to give the dear boys and girls a surprise.
We arrived at the Burtons' yesterday. Elsie bore the journey
exceedingly well, but I would not take any risks, and so we shall not
drive over until day after to-morrow morning.
('You needn't have hurried quite so fast, Polly dear.')
I venture to send the tent and its belongings ahead to-day, so that
Jack may get everything to rights before we arrive.
The mattress is just the size the girls ordered; and of course I've
told Elsie nothing about the proposed furnishing of her tent.
I am bringing my little China boy with me, for I happen to think
that, with the Burtons, we shall be fourteen at table. Gin is not
quite a success as a cook, but he can at least wash dishes, wait at
table, and help Hop Yet in various ways; while I shall be only too
glad to share all your housekeeping cares, if you have not escaped
them even in the wilderness.


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