“Now you go into your own room and change, and I’ll call the things you need, and you can pick ’em out. Don’t waste time, please, Miss Lincoln.”
Ess went meekly to her own room.
“If you’ll give me a couple of blankets, I’ll go and get a spare bit of oilcloth for a ground sheet and roll a swag for you,” called Steve, and in a moment Ess brought out the blankets. Steve ran over to the bunk-house, and came back in a few minutes with a square of American oilcloth. He found Ess waiting dressed in her riding skirt and soft hat.
“Good,” he said, heartily. “We’ll make a campaigner of you in no time. Now go and pick the things I tell you.”
Ess went obediently.
“Got a small dress basket?” said Steve.
“Yes,” came the answer.
“Really small?” persisted Steve.
Ess brought it out.
“Nothing smaller?” he asked, looking at it.