urro, Tommy. I'm always thrilled to
pieces when I see the picture of one." Bet had a sudden inspiration.
"Let's have a burro party some day and all ride burros. I think that
would be fun."

"That's O.K. for me, if you ride them, Bet. As for me, I'll ride
Powder," spoke Kit contemptuously. "Why should anyone want to ride one
of those contrary little beasts? I think they are horrid."

They had suddenly followed a trail into a canyon, which brought them
down into the bed of a stream.

"This is Lost Canyon!" Kit called to the girls.

"I wonder how places get their names?" asked Bet. "Why did they call
this Lost Canyon?"

"Nobody knows," responded Kit. "When I was a very little girl I always
felt sorry for it. I truly thought it was lost and in my childish mind
I planned to have the canyon find itself someday. Wasn't that silly?"

The girls laughed heartily, and the echo of their voices came back to
them from the walls of the canyon.

But soon they left the large stream and rode up over the mountain.
Tommy had his heart set on reaching Sombrero Butte, a high and
inaccessible peak shaped like a huge cowboy hat, that rose above a
flat-topped mountain. On reaching the foot of the butte, the young
people drew rein and dismounted.

"I'm glad to be on the ground again!" Joy exclaimed with a heavy sigh.
"I don't care for horseback riding very much."

"What do you like, Joy? I mean in the way of sports. What do you like
to do more than anything else?" asked Enid Breckenridge.

"I like dancing. I'm not as much of an outdoor girl as the rest of
you. I go along, not because I like it, but I like the company. Now
it's different with dancing, I could dance all day and all night."

"She's the ladylike member of The Merriweather Girls' Club," smiled Bet
with an affectionate glance toward Joy. "She's a butterfly. As for
me, I can't imagine why Fate played me such a mean trick as to send me
into the world a girl, when I'd just love to have been a boy." Bet
shot out the words with a vicious snap.

"Say, you girls don't know when you're well off." There was a wistful
note in Tommy's voice. "People expect so much more of boys and are
never satisfied with what we do, while you girls have your paths strewn
with roses."

"Listen to him talk!" exclaimed Shirley. "I guess we girls have to
struggle to live."

"And what girl wants her path strewn with roses anyway?" demanded Bet
in disgust. "I want to have to f