"He was splendid," said Bessie, warmly. "If it hadn't been for him, I
might not be here now, Dolly. Jake would have got me back into the
other state--he was strong enough to make me go where he wanted. And if
I'd been caught there, they'd have made me stay."

"There he is now!" exclaimed Dolly, as a tall, sunburned boy appeared in
the doorway. "I was beginning to be afraid he wasn't coming at all."

Will Burns, who was a cousin of Walter Stubbs, seemed to be well known
to the young people of the neighborhood, though his home was near
Jericho, some twenty miles away. He was greeted on all sides as he made
his way through the Sunday School room, where the festival was being
held, and it was some minutes before the girls from the farm saw that he
was nearing them.

"Well--well, so you got home all right?" he said, smiling at Bessie. "I
thought you wouldn't have any more trouble, once you got on the train.
I'm glad to see you again."

And then Dolly's vanity got a rude shock. For Will Burns began to
devote himself at once, after he had greeted Dolly and been introduced
to Zara and some of the other girls, to Bessie. Everyone in the room
soon noticed this, and since most of the girls there had tried to make
him pay attention to them, at one time or another, his evident fondness
for Bessie caused a little sensation. Dolly, so surprised to find a boy
she fancied willing to talk to anyone else that she didn't know what to
do, stood it as long as she could, and then went in search of Walter
Stubbs, whom she had snubbed unmercifully all evening.