indulging in merriment. Besides, there were the suffering horses.

"May I make a suggestion?" asked Harriet, releasing herself from Miss
Elting's embrace.

"Somebody will have to make one pretty soon," declared Janus, brushing
a sleeve across his forehead. "What is it?"

"I should think that if you were to place the ends of planks under the
horses, we might pry them up a little, so that, one by one, you could
shove other planks under them. In that way we might get enough planks
down to enable the horses to get a foothold."

"Can't be done," answered the driver.

"There will be no harm in trying," urged Harriet.

"It's a good idea," nodded Janus, after having stroked his whiskers
reflectively. Janus always consulted his whiskers when in doubt, and
among the graying hairs usually found that for which he sought. He was
the first to go after a plank. The near horse was the one to feel the
support of the plank as the guide worked it under one side of the
animal. Janus turned the end of the plank over to Harriet Burrell
while he ran for another plank. This was repeated, the driver, after a
time, taking part in the operation, until four planks had been worked
in under the horse.

"Now, all work together," urged Harriet. "Mr. Grubb, see if you and
the driver can't get a couple of planks clear under the horse. If you
can get the end of a plank on one of the beams you will have done