"Oh, yes. And the woods are so nice and cool and fragrant. I should prefer
walking to riding behind that horse again."

"So should I," agreed Miss Elting with emphasis.

"I got to git a hoss," repeated Jasper stubbornly.

Twilight already was upon them. The forest would soon be in darkness.

"Girls, get together such of your belongings as you think yourselves able
to carry. Jasper will also take a bundle. I would suggest that we put our
changes of clothing into two bags and have him carry them."

"But our camp dresses are in the trunks," answered Hazel.

"We shall have to get along without them, that's all. Perhaps Mrs.
Livingston may be able to fit us out until we get our own clothes. This is
most unfortunate. I am awfully sorry, girls. I am afraid you will wish you
hadn't accepted my invitation."

"Yeth. I with I'd thtayed at home," piped Tommy. She was very frank about
it. There was no beating about the bush with Grace Thompson.

"This time you will have to walk whether you wish to or not," jeered
Buster. "I don't want to walk, but I am willing to for the sake of seeing
you do something you don't like for once. Just think, you will have to
walk five miles, Tommy Thompson."

"Five mileth?"