lingering chill of this mountain Bowl many
hundred feet above sea-level--was rather
too much of a weak parody upon her last
freshwater ducking.

"Oh! you'll soon warm up. Come,
hurry and dress! It's no end of fun studying
water-snails and egg-boats--gnats'
funny egg-boats--under a microscope, with
the Scoutmaster," encouraged Tomoke, in
everyday life Ina Atwood, blue as her
lightning namesake, and rather hankering
after the warmth of her pine-knot
torch.

"Ye-es; and--and minnows--where
every one of them is--is a chief Triton
among the minnows!" laughed another
girl, scrambling into her clothes. "Meaning
no minnows, at all--all-11 Tritons!"

All Tritons, sure enough, rosy Tritons,
brilliant now in the early summer, the
breeding season, with wonderful colors, the
males, especially.

Swimming about, near the surface, as the
minnows usually do, the clear waters of the
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