Oh, Jule!
what did you do that for? Those duck-potatoes were meant to make the
boys' eyes bulge!"

"What duck-potatoes? I never touched them!" declared Julie, defensively.

"Didn't you cut them up and use them just now?"

"I should say not! After all the work we had in finding and digging
them! Why, they ought to be preserved--not eaten," laughed the Leader.

"Thank goodness!" sighed Hester, in such evident relief that every one
laughed sympathetically.

"Who's doing the Indian cucumbers?" called the Corporal.

"I am!" answered Judith. "They're all peeled and sliced ready to serve.
And Amy gathered the dandelion greens to go with them."

"Fine! Verny is making a mayonnaise to use with the salad. My! Won't
those boys have the wind taken out of their sails when they see the duck
potatoes and Indian cucumbers!" giggled Joan.

Mr. Gilroy had not missed much of all this whispering and joyous
confusion, and he chuckled to himself as he and Hiram finished nailing
the last boards on the sheds and turned Julia into her new home. The
small pigsty was soon completed, and then a fence was built about it,
but it was not calculated to keep a full-grown pig in bounds; it was
strong enough for Antoinette, however, at that time.

Before the pig-pen was quite finished, the scouts heard the whistles and
calls from the Grey Fox boys, as they hiked over the crest trail. So
they fluttered about anxiously to see that not an item on the programme
was forgotten.

Hiram was on his way to the bungalow, and Mr. Gilroy had hurried down to
the lake to wash up and make his dinner toilet, when the boys came gaily
into camp. After greeting their hostesses, the Grey Fox scouts looked
around.

"Well, guess you girls are planning to spread yourselves for dinner,
eh?" asked Alec, jocularly.

"Oh, nothing more than usual; we live high every day," returned Julie,
tossing her head.

Nothing more was said about dinner just then, but a loud call from
"Julia" drew all attention to her shed. The boys stared in surprise at
the two buildings they had never noticed before.

"Isn't that a pig--in that pen?" asked Ned, amazedly.

"No, it's Antoinette--our latest girl scout!" giggled Amy.

The boys laughed, for the name struck them as awfully funny for a pig.
Then they walked from Anty's pen to the shed, which had a door swung on
leather hinges, but it was closed.

"And what sort of scout do you lock up in here?" asked Bob,
condescendingly.

"Bo