Rex and Nero acrobatically locked forepaws and rolled over and over in a clownish excess of congeniality.

Johnny trotted busily about feeding the horses.

Diane made the coffee, arousing the frank and guileless interest of Mr.Poynter.
The fish began to sizzle violently.

Considerably aggrieved by a variety of unexpected developments in the pan, Philip harpooned the smoking segments with indignant vim, burned his fingers, made reckless use of the wounded arm and regretfully resigned the task to Johnny who furtively bestowed certain hot sable portions of the rescued fish upon the dogs, thereby arousing a snarling commotion of intense surprise.
"That's a wonderful bed of mine," commented Philip at breakfast.

"Tell me where in the world did you get your camp equipment ?" "I made the bed myself," said Diane happily, "of red willow shoots from the swamp, and I carved these forks and spoons out of wood Johnny gathered." "I do wish I were clever!" grumbled Philip in acute discontent.