- kins, either. I'm afraid this luxury will spoil us for
camp to-morrow!"
"Do you know," Mr. Goodwin said, "I'm tired of luxury, myself. If I was twenty years younger, I'd get a blanket out and go with you boys for the next few days, and eat bacon and flapjacks out of tin plates, and have the time of my life."
"Come on!" the Scouts cried.
And Peanut added, "You ain't old. Why, Edward Payson Weston's lots older than you are!"
"And he walked from San Francisco to New York didn't he?" Mr. Goodwin laughed. "Well, I guess his legs are younger than mine. Where do you go to-morrow, by the way?"
This reminded Mr. Rogers of the book, so he asked if he could lend him a copy of Hawthorne's "Twice Told Tales."
"If you can," he said, "we are going up Cannon to-morrow morning and read 'The Great Stone Face,' and then go over to the Crawford House on the train, to be ready for the Bridle Path the next day."
"Have we got it—the book?" Mr. Goodwin asked his wife.
She shook her head, but the daughter spoke—"The Andersons have a copy, I know. I'll run over and get it after dinner."
