caller had told her of their guide. Janus was plainly an honest,
well-intentioned man. Of this she had been reassured that morning in
an interview with the proprietor of the Compton House.

At noon, their appetites sharpened by the bracing air and the fact that
they had eaten an early breakfast, the party made a halt. The horses
were unhitched and allowed to graze beside the road. The guide built a
fire, Harriet and Jane in the meantime getting out something for their
luncheon, which was to be a cooked one instead of a "cold bite."
Hazel, Jane and Margery spread a blanket on the ground, while Tommy sat
on a rail fence, offering expert advice but declining to assist in the
preparations.

It was a merry meal. Even Janus was forced to smile now and then, the
driver making no effort to conceal his amusement over the bright
sallies of the Meadow-Brook Girls.

"Come! We must be going, unless you want to camp beside the road
to-night," urged the guide. The girls had finished their luncheon and
were strolling about the field.

"Why, we haven't thettled our dinner yet," complained Tommy.

"You'll have it well settled in less than an hour. The road from here
on is rough," returned Janus. "You'll be wanting another meal before
the sun is three hours from the hills."

"We want to pick some wild flowers," called Margery.

"Girls, don't delay us! The driver wishes to get back home to-night