you can get a mule."

"You have mentioned just the things she loves. She constantly wants to
be doing something or going somewhere. She rides, drives, swims, shoots,
climbs cliffs and trees and is a good, all-round sportsman. I'm not
sure, but I think she keeps several fox hounds. Her brother, Bradley,
says they belong to him to save her reputation. As soon as she wrote she
would visit me, I ordered some hob-nailed shoes and a bathing-suit from
Louisville and sent to the drug store for a bottle of iodine, some
surgeon's tape and several sheets of adhesive plaster. If you gentlemen
can work in a dance in the evening after each mountain climb, her
happiness is assured. Here comes father. Mr. Bradford, you are to sit
beside me at dinner and you, John, with Rosamond."

After dinner Duffield and Miss Creech and Mr. Cornett and Miss Hall came
in; and the time until eleven o'clock was spent in chit-chat on the
porch or, when Mrs. Neal could be prevailed upon to play the piano, in
dancing in the drawing-room.

Before the party broke up Bradford and Cornwall made an engagement to
take Dorothy and Rosamond up the river fishing at 6:30 the next morning.

As the boys went home they stopped by the livery stable to hire three
saddle horses. Finding this impossible, they engaged a light jersey
wagon, which Cornwall and the girls were to use, while Bradford was to
ride Cornwall's horse.

They had an early breakfast and left on time. When near the ford of Poor
Fork, Bradley discovered that he had left his tackle at the stable. He
rode back for it while the others, crossing the river, drove up the
fork.

When they came to the creek, where it was planned they should seine
their minnows, they waited some time for Bradford; then Cornwall tried
to seine, but the stream was too deep and the seine too large for
individual effort.

This Rosamond, the young and enticing Diana of the party, noticed and,
gathering up the cotton lap-robe, a coffee sack and some twine, which
she found in the box under the wagon seat, retired to a clump of elder
bushes and in a few minutes came forth draped in the lap-robe and
moccasined with coffee sacking.

Cornwall was a slave to her most fantastic command from the moment she
stepped forth from her screen of elder bushes, topped with their white,
pancake flowers, and, taking hold of one end of the seine, jerked and
floundered him around while he attempted to retain possession of the
other, dragging him b