the trestle where the figure that had dropped still lay across the
ties, as if too badly hurt to rise.

The two Pell girls and their twin brothers, Rex and Roy, had gone down
to sit on the log in search of coolness on this blazing hot July
afternoon. Rex had been giving vent to his disgust because he wasn't
able to accept the invitation to join a jolly party of friends for a
trip to Lake George and down the St. Lawrence. Cause why? Lack of
funds.

"You ought to have known you couldn't go when Scott asked you, Rex,"
Roy had told him. "You would need at least fifty dollars for the
outing. And that sum will clothe you for almost a year. And clothes
with you, Rex, ought to be of sufficient importance to be considered."

"I suppose I might as well go and tell Scott about it and have it over
with," Rex had replied, creasing his handsome forehead into a frown.
"I dare say he'll be calling me 'Can't Have It Pell' pretty soon. It
was only two months ago I asked for a bicycle and didn't get it, and
there was the new pair of skates I wanted last winter."

"Don't be late for tea," Eva called out after him as he made his way
to the shore.

She kept her eyes on the trim figure till it was hidden by the trees
which grew thick along the road that led up to town.

"Well, if anybody in this world ought to have money it is that good
looking brother of ours," remarked Jess with a sigh. "He'd appreciate
it so thoroughly. I don't wonder he's crabbed this afternoon. Just