"Well, I'll soon be reaping the benefit of my patience and _you'll_
be sorry you were so indifferent over your looks," retorted Barbara,
turning away from the window once her five trunks were safely on the
express wagon.

"Girls, you're sure everything that Celeste wrote down on the list is
packed? Your complexion cream in case of freckles or tan--and the
shampoo mixture for the hair-dresser to use? Tell him I never allow you
to use ready-made preparations on your hair."

"Yes, mother, all the toilet articles are in the small trunk, and the
few extra things were packed in Eleanor's trunk because she had a
corner with nothing to fill in it," explained Barbara.

"Thank goodness we can eat dinner and go to bed to-night without being
served styles and fits!" sighed Eleanor, not meaning to be irreverent
at her mother's gospel.

Anne Stewart had not mentioned the need of mountain-shoes and good
plain clothing in her letters to the Maynards, because Mr. Maynard
particularly requested her to delete such items. Anne was bright at
reading minds and smiled as she surmised the reason for the
restriction. She knew Eleanor would glory in old clothes and a good
time, but would _Barbara_ be so willing to visit Pebbly Pit farm if she
knew the truth about the environment?

Anne's single steamer trunk was filled with sensible clothes and the
toilet articles she knew she would need for the summer. Then she wired
the Maynards to say all was waiting to hear from them. And Barbara
wired back that they would meet her at the Denver Terminal Station at