Aldous kissed her, and would have kissed her again but she slipped suddenly from his arms and going to Pinto began to untie a dishpan that was fastened to the top of his pack.
"Get to work, John Aldous!" she commanded.
MacDonald had camped before in the basin, and there were tepee poles ready cut, as light and dry as matchwood.

Joanne watched them as they put up the tent, and when it was done, and she looked inside, she cried delightedly: "It's the snuggest little home I ever had, John!" After that she busied herself in a way that was a constantly growing pleasure to him.

She took possession at once of pots and pans and kettles.
She lost no time in impressing upon both Aldous and MacDonald the fact that while she was their docile follower on the trail she was to be at the head of affairs in camp.

While they were straightening out the outfit, hobbling the horses, and building a fire, she rummaged through the panniers and took stock of their provisions.

She bossed old Donald in a manner that made him fairly glow with pleasure.