“And now,” said Cousin Jack, “if you’re rested, suppose we march along Indian File, and see if we can come across an Indian Meal.”

“Ho, ho!” laughed King, “I don’t want to eat Indian meal!”

“We’ll see what it is before we decide,” said Midget, judicially.  “What is Indian File, Cousin Jack?”

“Oh, that only means single file, or one by one. Not like the Irishman who said to his men, ‘March togither, men! be twos as far as ye go, an’ thin be wans!’ I want you to go ‘be wans’ all the way.”

So, in single file, they followed Cousin Jack’s lead to the wigwam, which they hadn’t yet entered.  He turned back the flap of the tent, and there was room for all inside.  On a table there there were eight Indian baskets, of pretty design.  On lifting the covers, each was found to contain an “Indian Meal.”

The meal was a few dainty little sandwiches and cakes, and a peach and a pear, all wrapped in pretty paper napkins, with an Indian’s head on the corner.

Exercise had given the children good appetites, and they were quite ready to do full justice to the “Indian Meal.”

Sarah brought out lemonade, and later ice cream, so, as Midget said, it really was a party after all.

Of course, the children kept the baskets and the pretty napkins as souvenirs, and when the guests went home, they said they were glad they didn’t know the real date of Pocahontas’ birthday, for it might have been in the winter, and then they couldn’t have had nearly as much fun.

“And it’s lucky we decided on this day,” said Cousin Jack, after the children had gone, “for to-morrow Ethel and I go back to Cambridge.”

“Oh, Cousin Jack, not really!” cried Midget, in dismay.

“Yes, kiddy; we’ve changed our summer plans suddenly, and we’re going to Europe next week.  So we leave here to-morrow.  And sorry, indeed, are we to leave our Maynard friends.”

“I’m sorry, too,” said Midget, “awfully sorry, but I’m glad we’ve had you down here as long as we have.  You’ve been awful good to us, Cousin Jack.”

“You’ve been good to me, Mehitabel.  And when I wander through the interesting places abroad, I shall write letters to you, and when I come home again, I’ll bring you a souvenir from every place I’ve been to.”

“Well, you’re just the dearest Cousin Jack in all the world!” said Midget, and she gave him a big hug and kiss to corroborate her words.

“And you’re just the dearest Mopsy Midget Mehitabel!” he said, returning her caress.

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THE MOVING PICTURE BOYS SERIES

By VICTOR APPLETON

12mo.  BOUND IN CLOTH.  ILLUSTRATED. UNIFORM STYLE OF BINDING.