Ralph Henry Barbour

“ XIII MR. TULLY CALLS Things always look so different in the morning. All my dark suspicions of the night before melted away in the sunshine, as I dressed and went down to breakfast. Besides, it needed but a glance at Jocelyn to convince me that she was never meant for midnight adventures. She was as calm and radiant, and blooming as ever. Of course Ned had to tell about Larry's appearance at his window and how he had mistaken him for a burglar and we all had a good laugh over it; all except Aunt Myra. ”

“ We get off into the woods and eat canned meat and sleep on the ground and get 'near to Nature,' as we call it. I suppose that cat of yours, Marjorie, is doing the same thing; sleeping in trees, catching mice and birds, and being a regular feline Nimrod. I sympathize with the old rascal, I do.”
“There's nothing to keep you from sleeping in a tree and eating mice, if you'd rather,” laughed Larry. “You might fix up a bed on the platform out there and set a trap in the stable.”
“As a subject for conversation at the breakfast table——” began Aunt Myra severely.
“I'd love to do that,” said Jocelyn. ”

“ Absence makes the feminine heart grow fonder. I shall expect Aunt Myra to be awfully sweet to me when I return.”
Larry and Ned drove off in the runabout at a little after ten, and Jocelyn and I went out on the front porch with our fancy work. You wouldn't expect a girl who can manage a horse or use a racket or a golf stick as Jocelyn Hare can to be much good at fancy work. ”