-coats. Before long the
sisters were on their way, their saddle-pockets full of little stores,
baskets strapped behind them, and the newly made curtains piled on their
laps. The distance was about a mile to the house which Lionel Young and
his sister were to inhabit.

It stood in a charming situation on the slope of one of the side
canyons, facing the high range and backed by a hillside clothed with
pines. In build it was very much such a cabin as the original hut had
been,--six rooms, all on one floor, the sixth being a kitchen. It was
newly completed, and sawdust and fresh shavings were littered freely
about the place. Clover's first act was to light a fire in the wide
chimney for burning these up.

"It looks bare enough," she remarked, sweeping away industriously. "But
it will be quite easy to make it pleasant if Imogen Young has any
faculty at that sort of thing. I'm sure it's a great deal more promising
than the Hut was before Clarence and Geoff and I took hold of it. See,
Elsie,--this room is done. I think Miss Young will choose it for her
bedroom, as it is rather the largest; so you might tack up the dotted
curtains here while I sweep the other rooms. And that convolvulus chintz
is to cover her dress-pegs."

"What fun a house is!" observed Elsie a moment or two later, between her
hammer strokes. "People who can get a carpenter or upholsterer to help
them at any minute really lose a great deal of pleasure. I always
adored baby-houses when I was little, and this is the same thing grown
up."

"I don't know," replied Clover, abstractedly, as she threw a last
dustpanful of chips into the fire. "It _is_ good fun, certainly; but out
here one has so much of it that sometimes it comes under the suspicion
of being hard work. Now, when Jose has the kitchen windows washed it
will all be pretty decent. We can't undertake much beyond making the
first day or two more comfortable. Miss Young will prefer to make her
own plans and arrangements; and I don't fancy she's the sort of girl who
will enjoy being too much helped."

"Somehow I don't get quite an agreeable idea of Miss Young from what you
and Geoffrey say of her. I do hope she isn't going to make herself
disagreeable."

"Oh, I'm sure she won't do that; but there is a wide distance between
not being disagreeable and being agreeable. I didn't mean to give you an
unpleasant impression of her. In fact, my recollections about her are
rather indistinct. We didn't see a gr