“Those are the necessaries and clothes the luxuries, are they?  Why don’t you add a velocipede, wheelbarrow, and printing-press, my dear?” asked Mrs. Pecq, while Jill turned up her nose at “boys’ rubbish.”

“Wish I could.  Dare say we shall want them.  Women don’t know what fellows need, and always must put in a lot of stiff shirts and clean handkerchiefs and clothes-brushes and pots of cold cream.  We are going to rough it, and don’t want any fuss and feathers,” said Jack, beginning to pack the precious balls in his rubber boots, and strap them up with the umbrellas, rods, and bats, seeing that there was no hope of a place in the trunk.

Here Frank came in with two big books, saying calmly, “Just slip these in somewhere, we shall need them.”

“But you are not to study at all, so you won’t want those great dictionaries,” cried Jill, busily packing her new travelling-basket with all sorts of little rolls, bags, and boxes.

“They are not dics, but my Encyclopedia.  We shall want to know heaps of things, and this tells about everything.  With those books, and a microscope and a telescope, you could travel round the world, and learn all you wanted to.  Can’t possibly get on without them,” said Frank, fondly patting his favorite work.

“My patience!  What queer cattle boys are!” exclaimed Mrs. Pecq, while they all laughed.  “It can’t be done, Mr. Frank; all the boxes are brim full, and you’ll have to leave those fat books behind, for there’s no place anywhere.”

“Then I’ll carry them myself;” and Frank tucked one under each arm, with a determined air, which settled the matter.

“I suppose you’ll study cockleology instead of boating, and read up on polywogs while we play tennis, or go poking round with your old spy-glass instead of having a jolly good time,” said Jack, hauling away on the strap till all was taut and ship-shape with the bundle.

“Tadpoles don’t live in salt water, my son, and if you mean conchology, you’d better say so.  I shall play as much as I wish, and when I want to know about any new or curious thing, I shall consult my Cyclo, instead of bothering other people with questions, or giving it up like a dunce;” with which crushing reply Frank departed, leaving Jill to pack and unpack her treasures a dozen times, and Jack to dance jigs on the lids of the trunks till they would shut.

A very happy party set off the next day, leaving Mrs. Pecq waving her apron on the steps.  Mrs. Minot carried the lunch, Jack his precious bundle with trifles dropping out by the way, and Jill felt very elegant bearing her new basket with red worsted cherries bobbing on the outside.  Frank actually did take the Encyclopedia, done up in the roll of shawls, and whenever the others wondered about anything—­tides, lighthouses, towns, or natural productions—­ he brought forth one of the books and triumphantly read therefrom, to the great merriment, if not edification, of his party.