Meredith Nicholson

Otherwise Phyllis Meredith Nicholson

"Stuff's all packed, Phil, and on the wagon. Camera safe on top and your suit-case tied tothe tail-gate. Shall we march?""Not crazy about it, daddy. Why not linger another week? We can unlimber in a jiffy.""It's a tempting proposition, old lady, but I haven't the nerve." Kirkwood dropped anarmful of brush on the smouldering camp-fire and stood back as it crackled and flamed. There came suddenly a low whining in the trees and a gust of wind caught the sparks fromthe blazing twigs and flung them heavenward. He threw up his arm and turned his hand tofeel the wind. "The weather's at the changing point; there's rain in that!""Well, we haven't been soaked for some time," replied Phil. "We've been awfullyrespectable.""Respectable," laughed her father. "We don't know what the word means! We'reunmitigated vagabonds, you and I, Phil. If I didn't know that you like this sort of thing aswell as I do, I shouldn't let you come. But your aunts are on my trail.""Oh, one's aunts! Oh, one's three aunts!" murmured Phil.