“That noise, Molly? Oh, that is only the barking of the coyotes.”
“Oh! do you suppose they’ll get in, Mrs. Davidson?”
“In here? Why, my dear child, you couldn’t drive them in. They’re the greatest cowards in the world.”
“But they act so mad, Mrs. Davidson.”
“They have a sad habit of prowling around Mr. Arnesten’s chicken-yard, Molly, but they won’t harm us. Don’t mind their howling. Try to go to sleep.”
CHAPTER X
FIVE YOUNG POETS
Yesterday, to-day, and to-morrow were very much alike in the canyon, and all alike delightful to The Merry Five. The mornings being usually cool, breakfast was served in the dining-tent behind the parlor. After breakfast the boys often went with Captain Bradstreet to shoot “cotton-tail” rabbits for dinner. Sometimes the girls followed a part of the way in search of wild-flowers for their herbariums.
“I wonder if the chocolate lilies are gone by, Pauline?” said Molly on one of these quests.
“Yes, indeed, Molly; ages ago. I don’t think they’re very pretty, do you?”
“No, not pretty exactly; but they look so—so sort of sensible, Pauline. They stand up prim and plain like little Quakers.”