been out on our heads."

"I'm black and blue--or will be--from collar to shoes. _What_ a jouncing
we did get! Girls, do you suppose that fellow with the shaggy ears did
it on purpose?"

"Whom do you mean--William or one of the mules?" asked Helen.

"I am sure William was helpless," said Ruth. "He was just as much scared
as we were. But Wonota was just splendid!"

"I am willing to pass her a vote of thanks," groaned Jennie. "But we
can't expect her to be always on hand to save us from disaster. You
don't catch me in any such jam again."

"Oh, nothing like this is likely to happen to us again," Ruth said.
"We're just as safe taking this picture as we would be at home--at the
Red Mill, for instance."

"I don't know about that," grumbled Helen. "I feel that more trouble is
hanging over us. I feel it in my bones."

"You'd better get a new set of bones," said Ruth cheerfully. "Yours seem
to be worse, even, than poor Aunt Alvira's."

"Nell believes that life is just one thing after another," chuckled
Jennie Stone. "Having struck a streak of bad luck, it _must_ keep up."

"You wait and see," proclaimed Helen Cameron, decisively nodding her
head.