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 invoking no comment. But now there was an ominous pause, followed with exclamations of mingled dissent and approval, to which the parents gave unrestricted liberty.

"I'm not going a single step; so there!" exclaimed Mary, a gentle girl of seventeen, who did not look her years, but who had a reason of her own for this unexpected avowal.

"My decision will depend on where we're going," cried Jean.

"Maybe your mother and I can be consulted,—just a little bit," said the father, laughing.

"We're going to Oregon; that's what," exclaimed Harry, who was as impulsive as he was noisy.

"How did you come to know so much?" asked Marjorie, the youngest of John Ranger's "Three Graces," as he was wont to style his trio of eldest daughters, who had persisted in coming into his household—much to his discomfort—before the advent of Harry, the fourth in his catalogue of seven, of whom only two were boys.

"I get my learning by studying o' nights!" answered Hal, in playful allusion to his success as a sound sleeper, especially during study hours.

"Of course you don't want to emigrate, Miss Mame," cried Jean, "but you can't help yourself, unless you run away and get married; and then you'll have to help everybody else through the rest of your life and take what's left for yourself,—if there's anything left to take! At least, that is mother's and Aunt Mary's lot."

"Jean speaks from the depths of long experience," laughed Mary, blushing to the roots of her hair.

"I'm sick to death of this cold kitchen," cried Jean, snapping her tea-towel in the frosty air of the unplastered lean-to. "Hurrah for Oregon! Hurrah for a warmer climate, and a snug cabin home among the evergreen trees!"

"Good for Jean!" exclaimed her father. "The