esson stuff, like this," complained Hester. "I meant
a real live legend!"

"You tell one, Verny," begged Betty, sweetly.

"Mr. Gilroy is better able to do it. Besides he is the host and is
supposed to entertain us," returned Mrs. Vernon, glancing at Mr. Gilroy,
who was stretched out comfortably upon the short grass.

"Your host claims to be completely disabled for the time being, Captain.
Pray proceed with the legend yourself," laughed Mr. Gilroy.

Then Mrs. Vernon said: "I never could see why Cassiopeia, or The Lady in
the Chair, should be named that. To me, the stars look more like a
tipped-over letter 'W' than a lady in a chair."

"Don't you know the story, Verny?" asked Julie, eagerly.

"You do, so why not tell us?" retorted the Captain.

"Oh, well, then, all right!" said Julie. So she began:

"Once there was an Ethiopian Queen, the wife of Cepheus, who was very
proud of their only child, a daughter named Andromeda. They were always
praising her and speaking of her beauty to every one, so that after a
time folks who also had lovely daughters felt jealous of the princess.

"In the depths of the Inner Sea, which is now the Mediterranean, lived
Old Nereus and a number of charming daughters. They heard of the Queen's
bragging about Andromeda, and they made up their minds to stop it. So
they got their father to help them.

"Then Nereus and the nymphs sent a flood of water over all the country
of which Cepheus was king, and devastated the kingdom. This caused
famine and pestilence, and in the wake of these awful plagues came a
sea-monster in the form of a dragon. This fearful beast bellowed----"

At that moment a deep thrilling call from some creature close by in the
forest-edge caused every one to jump, and they all huddled together.
They turned and stared apprehensively at the darkness behind them, but
Mr. Gilroy instantly whispered, "S-sh! Don't breathe, and you will see a
sight worth watching for."

The moon now sailed from back of the cloud that had obscured it for a
time, and its cold white light etched everything it touched. Again the
strange whistling call sounded directly back of the group, and a
crashing and tearing of underbrush ended with the sudden spring of a
fine buck, that landed him out on the grass not twenty feet from the
scouts.

At the same moment, a plaintive call came from the direction of Silver
Falls, which was up on the mountainside in front of the bungalow. The
buck lifted his gig