Of course we couldn't very well camp twice in the same
place--we decorate so heavily--but that's a negligible factor. Oh,
yes," added Philip smiling, "we've blazed our trail with buns and
cheese for miles back. Ras thinks whole processions of birds and dogs
and tramps and chickens are already following us. If it's true, we'll
most likely eat some of 'em."
"Where," demanded Diane hopelessly, "did you get this ridiculous
outfit?"
"Well," explained Philip comfortably, "Ras was drowsing by Sherrill's
on a load of hay and I bought the cart and the hay and the horses and
Ras at a bargain and set out. Ras is a free lance without an
encumbrance on earth and I can't imagine a more comfortable manner of
getting about than stretched out full length on a load of hay. You can
always sleep when you feel like it. And every morning we peel the
bed--that is, we dispense with a layer of mattress and _presto_! I
have a fresh bed until the hay's gone. We bought a new load this
morning."
Swept by an irresistible spasm of laughter, Diane stared wildly about
the hay-camp.
"And Ras?" she begged faintly.
"Well," said Philip slowly, "Ras is peculiarly gifted. He can sleep
anywhere. Sometimes he sleeps stretched out on the padded seat of the
wagon, and sometimes he sleeps under it--the wagon I mean; not in the
pantry.
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