Think of 'June' and 'July' as names for mules," chortled Hippy.

"Oh, we're going to have a merry, merry time this coming two months--especially Hindenburg and myself." Afternoon tea was an enjoyable occasion that day, at which the principal topic was their new guide.
At five minutes before six, after stamping out their little campfire, the Overland party started for the log cabin.

As they crossed the road Hippy sniffed the air.
"I smell food!" he cried.
"Onions! Save me!" moaned Emma.
"No.

It is something far and away ahead of mere onions," answered Hippy.
"I don't know what it is, but were this not so formal an occasion, I should break into a run for it." The door of the cabin stood open, so the party filed in unbidden.

The table was long enough for a lumberjack boarding house, constructed of boards nailed together with cleats and placed on two boxes.