“Not much! One reason I decided to bring you all to camp was to save myself the expense of tipping for such a crowd. Now you ask me to serve dinner in your private rooms? That adds extra cost to the charges for dinner, and I cannot afford it.”
“Oh, does it?” said Betty, her eyes opening wide in surprise.
“Yes, of course, Simple!” laughed her twin sister, winking at the other girls.
In the high altitudes of the west with its rarified air, one sleeps less and feels more rested than near the sea-levels where the humidity makes one heavy-lidded. Therefore the scouts were up at dawn and were waiting on one of the projecting cliffs to get the first glimpse of the sun. They saw the Cañon in the early morning as an oriental city, mist-veiled and shadowy, suggesting haunting mysteries.
Then came up from behind the rim of turrets and towers, a golden light that bathed the Cañon in a sea of glory. Soon this light grew more intense, until every point of rock was transformed into a gleaming spear-point. At last came the sun-burst of gold which instantly reflected in the Cañon in opalescent tints too beautiful to name.
Having remained spell-bound by the marvel of watching the rising sun touch and transform everything, from the greatest to the least, the scouts finally sighed and Mr. Gilroy made a move to get up.
“Sorry to shatter this dream, girls, but I’m sure I smelled frying bacon from our camp yonder,” said he.
“Oh, Gilly!” exclaimed a chorus of voices in shocked disapproval.
“How can you be so material?” was Joan’s horrified query.
“I can understand how it is,” giggled Anne. “Of course, I am just as surprised and uplifted over this scene as any one ought to be, but bacon and eggs also have an appeal.”