much that is of interest. But I hope, in twelve, large books, to be
able to convey some idea of horned toads, as well as some information
about the other species."

"Twelve volumes! I should hope so!" murmured Mr. Seabury.

By this time the travelers were at the bungalow. It was a
well-arranged affair, quite large, and set in the midst of a beautiful
garden, with rambling paths, and shady bowers, while the whole place
was enclosed by a mud or adobe wall. All around the bungalow was a
wide veranda, and in the center courtyard was a small fountain, with a
jet of water spurting up from the middle of a large shell.

"Isn't this fine!" exclaimed Jerry, and the other boys agreed it was.

"Yes, we like 'The Next Day' very much," said Nellie. "It was my idea
to call it that. From the very moment we arrived, and wanted something
done, about the only answer we could get was 'to-morrow,' 'Mananna' or
'the next day,' so I decided that would be a good name for the
bungalow."

"Indeed it is," declared the professor. "But you have a most
delightful place, and I should like to spend many 'next days' here. I
hope your health is better, Mr. Seabury?"

"Considerably so, sir. I find the air here agrees with my nerves and
rheumatism much better than in Florida. I have hopes of entirely
recovering. But let us go inside, I think luncheon is ready."

It was and, in the cool dining-room, within sound of the tinkling