hen Hazel and Jack's sisters knocked imperatively for admission.

"Oh--ee, Jack, is that real gold dust in that nasty looking bag?" said
Miss Hazel, as she sniffed at the pouch suspiciously.

"Yes, Miss Tenderfoot, that is the real stuff."

"What is that you call me, tenderfeet? Why, my feet are not tender."

"Oh, that is the mountain name for what sailors call 'landlubbers,'
and--say, when I get a couple of wagon loads of that you will tack my
name onto your own with a little hyphen, won't you, dear?"

"I say, Jack," broke in one of his sisters, "did you run across any good
looking white men, with lots of money, that want some one nice, 'to cook
for two?'" And the dear little apron-bedecked bit of sunshine pirouetted
on her toes in gleeful anticipation of Jack's reply.

"Sure I did. Bill commissioned me to get him a cook, dishwasher,
milkmaid and wood chopper,"--

"Hold on, Mr. Jack, I draw the line on milking. Ugh! I tried it once
down at Uncle John's and I squirted my eyes full of milk. You need not
laugh so. Uncle John just laughed fit to kill himself. That wasn't half
so bad as Hazel, though. She tried to put blankets over the little pigs
so they would keep warm, and when the old pig chased her"--

"You stop, stop, stop! Fire! Water!" screamed Hazel and no one ever
found out what happened during the chase.

Then sister Katherine wanted something.

"Jack, you know what you promised to get me once, and you said when you
had enough money you would buy me a nice canary and brass cage, and now
that you have got it--such lots of it--won't you keep your word?"

"They raise larger and louder voiced birds in the west than they do in
the Hartz mountains. The 'Rocky mountain canary' is the greatest warbler
on earth. I have my mind on one that is a daisy and when I come back you
shall surely have it."

"Oh, Jack, you are so good," murmured she.

Jack's eyes twinkled as he thought of the joke he would have on
Katherine, but he never said a word. Turning to Hazel he said: "Well,
Lady Jack, what do you think of my chaperoning a dusky maiden for
several years in her search for a continuous performance of good deeds,
hospitals, nurses and the study of political and social economy? Do you
think her thirst will find a quencher?"

"Oh, Jack, go by all means, only don't attempt to get her into any clubs
or societies and expect me to help you out. I recommended Daisy Deane
for initiation in our B. A. F. club,--you know 'B