"Never mind," said the shaggy man. "It won't snow, I guess. Is this
the lane?"

"Yes," replied Dorothy, climbing another fence; "I'll go as far as
the highway with you."

"Thankee, miss; you're very kind for your size, I'm sure,"
said he gratefully.

"It isn't everyone who knows the road to Butterfield," Dorothy
remarked as she tripped along the lane; "but I've driven there many a
time with Uncle Henry, and so I b'lieve I could find it blindfolded."

"Don't do that, miss," said the shaggy man earnestly; "you might make
a mistake."

"I won't," she answered, laughing. "Here's the highway. Now it's the
second--no, the third turn to the left--or else it's the fourth.
Let's see. The first one is by the elm tree, and the second is by the
gopher holes; and then--"

"Then what?" he inquired, putting his hands in his coat pockets.
Toto grabbed a finger and bit it; the shaggy man took his hand out of
that pocket quickly, and said "Oh!"

Dorothy did not notice. She was shading her eyes from the sun with
her arm, looking anxiously down the road.

"Come on," she commanded. "It's only a little way farther, so I may