"Don't be silly, Dolly," said Eleanor, severely. "Bessie and Zara were
very lucky--they might have had a very hard time. And you had all the
adventure you need the other day when you made Bessie go off looking for
ice-cream sodas with you. You be content to go along the way you ought
to and you'll have plenty of fun without the danger of adventures. They
sound very nice, after they're all over, but when they're happening
they're not very pleasant."

"That's so," admitted Dolly, becoming grave.

It was late in the afternoon before they reached the station at which
they had to change from the main line. There they waited for a time
before the little two-car train on the branch line was ready to start
Short and light as it was, that train had to be drawn by two puffing,
snorting engines, for the rest of the trip was a climb, and a stiff
one, since Long Lake was fairly high, up, though the train, after it
passed the station nearest to the lake, would climb a good deal higher.

Even after they left the train finally, they were still some distance
from their destination.

"You needn't look at that buckboard as if you were going to ride in it,
girls," said Eleanor, laughing, as they surveyed the single vehicle that
was waiting near the track. "That's just for the baggage. Now you can
see, maybe, why you were told you couldn't bring many things with you.
And if that isn't enough, wait until you see the trail!"

Soon all the baggage was stowed away on the back of the buckboard and
securely tied up, and then the driver whipped up the stocky horses, and
drove off, while the girls gave him the Wohelo cheer.