"That's true," replied Dorothy, "for at the places where one gets
them one is never supposed to sit down. 'Standwiches' they really are.
I am anxious to see Jack. He gave me such a nice time when I visited
you at Buffalo."

"Oh, he's a perfect giant," Cologne told her. "He grows while you
wait. He's off fishing to-day. Promised to fetch home some nice fish
for to-morrow's dinner. We get trout for breakfast in the stream over
there. It's jolly to fish. I know you will like it up here, Dorothy."

"_Will_ like it! I _do_ like it! There is no future tense on that
score. I have always longed for a visit 'way down east.' And how
strange people talk! Just as soon as we passed Connecticut it was like
going into a new country, the accent is so different. Tavia declared
it was nothing but a left-over brogue of the Mayflower vintage. Of
course, that's what it really is. But Tavia! I had almost forgotten
her. Could we go out anywhere and look for her?"

"Hardly," replied Cologne. "But we could drive out to the station
again, and send a message to the Junction. I wish Jack was here. He
would know best what to do. It is too provoking!"

"And she is so apt to fall in with a 'friend,'" mused Dorothy. "I
never saw her equal for picking up friends."

"There's an automobile," exclaimed Cologne, listening to the ripping
of the atmosphere as a machine tore down the road. "We don't have many
cars around here, it's too hilly."

"They're coming in the lane! It's Tavia!"