you ate strawberry shortcake and ice-cream?"

Janet nodded meekly. Then she coughed again.
"Ow, this dust!" gasped she. "For goodness' sake,
John, get me home where I can get some water and
take off these dusty clothes or I shall choke to
death."

"How does your stomach feel?" inquired Dr.
Trumbull.

"Stomach is all right now, but I am just choking
to death with the dust." Janet turned sharply tow-
ard the policeman. "You have sense enough to
keep still, I hope," said she. "I don't want the
whole town ringing with my being such an idiot as
to eat cucumbers and cream together and being
found this way." Janet looked like an animated
creation of dust as she faced the chief of police.

"Yes, ma'am," he replied, bowing and scraping
one foot and raising more dust.

He and Dr. Trumbull assisted Aunt Janet into
the buggy, and they drove off. Then the chief of
police discovered that his own horse had gone.
"Did you see which way he went, sis?" he inquired
of Lily, and she pointed down the road, and sobbed
as she did so.