ers--fleeing for warmth and the shelter of the bungalow.

"Oo-oo-oo! I've never been in bathing so early in the year before,"
shook out Pemrose, to whom the experience--the lingering chill of this
mountain Bowl many hundred feet above sea-level--was rather too much of
a weak parody upon her last freshwater ducking.

"Oh! you'll soon warm up. Come, hurry and dress! It's no end of fun
studying water-snails and egg-boats--gnats' funny egg-boats--under a
microscope, with the Scoutmaster," encouraged Tomoke, in everyday life
Ina Atwood, blue as her lightning namesake, and rather hankering after
the warmth of her pine-knot torch.

"Ye-es; and--and minnows--where every one of them is--is a chief Triton
among the minnows!" laughed another girl, scrambling into her clothes.
"Meaning no minnows, at all--all-ll Tritons!"

All Tritons, sure enough, rosy Tritons, brilliant now in the early
summer, the breeding season, with wonderful colors, the males,
especially.

Swimming about, near the surface, as the minnows usually do, the clear
waters of the June Bowl became for the girls, looking, one by one
through the large microscope over the boat's side, a "vasty deep" in
which leviathans played--fairy fish--seeing everything rose-color,
painting themselves to ecstasy with the joys of mating, the joy of June.

"See--see they're not all red--or partly so--s-such a lovely pinky-red,
especially around the fins and head--that's where they keep their
pigment," said Tanpa. "Some have colored themselves like goldfish;
others are greenish--or lighter yellow."

"Ha! While others, again, are gotten up as if for a minstrel show for
their marriage--painted black, for the time being!" laughed her husband,
the tall Scout Officer.

"Yes. That's why we like, girls and boys, to come down to our camp early
in the season--if only at intervals--because we watch the summer coming
and can study the wonderful lake life as at no other time," remarked the
Guardian again, and then subsided into private life in the stern of the
broad, red camp-skiff, scribbling something in verse form to be read at
the White Birch celebration in the afternoon when land as well as lake
was a-riot with young color, strewn with wild flowers for gay June to
tread on.

"Oh! isn't it the most wonderful--wonderful season? In the city we go
camping too late. The freshness isn't there." Pem's eyes were dim as she
applied one to the lens of the microscope, to gaze once more at the