the girls go home nights, and of course the place must be very
pretty - Tillie is an artist in decorating."

"Splendid!" exclaimed Gertrude. "Of course I know Tillie. What
girl at Springsley doesn't know her? She has been decorating for
every affair at the gym. And she always helped with chapel. Oh,
yes, indeed, Cora, I agree with you, Tillie Herold is an artist."

"Well, let us hope her talent is not confined to mere walls," said
Ray. "Hot biscuit requires a different stroke, I believe."

"In accepting us for to-day," said Cora. "Tillie stipulated that
we should dine table d'hote and no questions asked. I hope, Ray,
you will not be disappointed."

"Oh, there they are!" exclaimed Hazel. "I see some one waving her
apron!"

"That's Adele," replied Cora. "She knows how to wave aprons.
Don't you remember, Gertrude, the night she served the Welsh
rarebit, when she made an apron of our best table-piece with a
string through the middle?"

Cora turned her auto to the roadside. Then she called to the cars
following:

"Here we are, girls. Get your machines well in from the road."

"Oh, what a charming place!" exclaimed Belle, who was not slow to
observe the attractions of the little Grotto. It seemed all porch