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As Mr. Talmage spoke, Micky Finn recalled the words his pal Skelly had said a short time before: something about becoming a little lady with fine manners but no fun!

“Good gracious, Uncle Ben—aren’t you most done talking to those boys?” called Don Starr from the door of the director’s room.

“Coming right now, Don! Well, Micky, let me know when you want to go and spend Sunday with your sister. I’ll try and get her off in a day or two,” said Mr. Talmage. Then the two street waifs took their departure.

Of course, you know what it is all about, don’t you? You remember what Uncle Ben did in the last Blue Bird book, and how the camps at Happy Hills progressed so that they might be ready to receive Little Citizens as early as the last of May?

If you have forgotten how the Nests and other plans at Aunt Selina’s country place were to be built, I will repeat the description.

The great estate and farm of Happy Hills in the Valley of Delight, had a fine large woodland tract where the Nests were built. A shallow brook ran through the woods, offering all sorts of fun and convenience to the little campers. At one side of the woodland lay a fertile stretch of land that was divided into many squares, one for each child at camp, to be used as farms. In this soil, a Little Citizen might dig and plant and harvest different kinds of vegetables and flowers and have them all for his own. No one could trespass or take away what a child planted on his or her own farm.