and we must reach the camping place in which Mr. Grubb has planned for
us to spend the night," warned the guardian.

"Yes, we've got to hike right along," agreed Janus. "Hook up those
nags and be on the way, Jim," he added, speaking to the driver.

It was only a short time until they were on the way again. The country
was becoming more sparsely settled, the hills more rugged and the
forests more numerous. Here and there slabs of granite might be seen
cropping up through the soil; in the distance, now and then, they were
able to catch glimpses of the bare ridges of the mountains toward which
they were journeying.

"Those mountains," explained the guide, "are called 'The Roof of New
England.' There's not much of any timber on top, but on the sides you
will find some spruce, yellow pine and hemlock. It's all granite a
little way under the subsoil; and over the subsoil grows moss. Among
these mosses and the roots of the trees almost every important stream
in New England takes its rise, and some of them grow to be quite decent
rivers. You ladies live in this state, don't you?"

Miss Elting nodded.

"I am afraid we never realized what a beautiful state New Hampshire is
until we began looking about a little," answered Harriet Burrell.

"There are too many thtoneth," objected Tommy. "I thhall be afraid of
thtubbing my toeth all the time."

"Lift your feet and you won't," suggested Margaret, with a smile.