bill--then to lose it!"

They went to the house of Amy's cousin in Middleville. There they spent
an enjoyable evening, meeting some friends who had been invited in. Amy
said nothing about the disclosure to her of the strange incident in her
life. Probably, she reflected, her relative already knew it.

Morning saw them on the move again, with Broxton, where a married sister
of Grace lived, as their objective point. The day was cloudy, but it did
not seem that it would rain, at least before night.

And even the frown of the weather did not detract from the happiness
of the chums. They laughed and talked as they walked on, making merry
by the way.

Stopping in a country store to make sure of their route they were
informed that by taking to the railroad track for a short distance they
could save considerable time.

"Then we ought to do it," decided Betty, "for we don't want to get caught
in the rain," and she glanced up at the clouds that were now more
threatening.

They reached the railroad track a short distance out of the little
village, and proceeded down the stretch of rails.

"There's a train in half an hour," a man informed them, "but you'll be
off long before then."

"I hope so," murmured Amy.