ervening between the visit to Buffalo Park, and the
celebration at Oak Creek, passed rapidly, for John and Tom had a new
excursion planned for each day. Of course, Polly and Eleanor were
members of these picnics, so they almost forgot about the fair until a
day, or so, before the time.

"We-all attend the fair, you know, and take our camp outfit with us,"
said Mr. Brewster, at supper on Sunday evening.

"Aren't there any restaurants where we can dine?" asked Barbara.

"Well, there is Snake-Bill's place where you get hash piled up with your
pie and odds or ends, all on an inch-thick dish. Then there is the Rocky
Mountain Cafie--as every one calls it,--but ladies are not welcome,
there. Neither of these places will appeal to you girls, Ah'm sure,"
explained Sam Brewster.

"Oh, no! They have no idea of what it is like, Sam," declared Mrs.
Brewster, holding up both hands in horror at the very idea.

"Will we start early in the morning?" now asked Eleanor, wondering if
they would be on time to keep their engagements.

"Oh, we will leave here about one or two o'clock," replied Mr. Brewster,
nonchalantly.

"One or two!" cried Barbara, aghast, thinking he meant A. M.

"Yes, then we will arrive about four or five. By the time we have the
tents pitched and everything in tip-top working order, it will be
suppertime. There won't be so much going on the first night, you know,
but we will be there for Tuesday's early games."

"Oh, my goodness! You don't mean we shall camp over night?" exclaimed
Barbara.

"Of course! We could never travel back and forth each day, as it is a
long ride and tough roads for the horses to pull a heavy ranch-wagon,"
returned Mr. Brewster.

"I don't see why you won't have automobiles out here! It would not cost
much to have a Ford, or some other cheap affair, but the convenience and
time you'd save--my!" said Barbara.

"An auto! Can you see us driving a car over such awful roads as there
are for miles around Oak Creek? To say nothing of the wild trails that
go to Pebbly Pit and other far-off ranches," said John.

"Whenever there is a rain, or in winter, the roads are impassable, you
know, Bob," added Mrs. Brewster. "I'd love to have a car just for fun,
but there is no pleasure in riding it around the farm where I know every
foot of ground. And excepting on our own land, there are no decent
roads."

"I never thought of that!" admitted Barbara.

"So we make the best of things, and ride to th