"They are hidden all about, in the drawing-room, library, dining-room, and hall.

You may not go upstairs, or in the kitchen, but anywhere else in the house you may search for animals to fill your arks.

Now scamper and see who can get the most." The children scampered, and all agreed that hunting wild animals was a great game.

It was lots more fun than a peanut hunt, and they found elephants, lions, and tigers tucked away behind window curtains and sofa pillows, under tables and chairs, and even behind the pictures on the walls.
There were so many animals that each one succeeded in filling his or her ark, and after they had declared they could find no more, each child was told to take the ark home as a souvenir of Marjorie's party.
"The next game," said Uncle Steve, as they all sat round, awaiting his directions, "is out of doors, so perhaps you had better put on your coats and hats." "Oh, Uncle Steve," said Marjorie, "the air is so soft and warm, I'm sure we don't need wraps." "Yes, you do," said Uncle Steve; "this is a peculiar game, and you must have your coats on." So the children trooped upstairs, and soon returned garbed for outdoors, and two by two they followed Uncle Steve in a long procession.

Mr.
Maynard was with them, too, but Uncle Steve was general manager, and told everybody what to do.
He led them across the lawns, down through the orchard, and then they came to a large plot of soft, newly-dug earth.