an ice cream stand. To reach the counter, Porky stooped and
jammed his thin figure between two men.

They paid no attention to him.

"Where is the Wolf?" asked one.

"Riding with the Colonel's daughter," the other laughed. "Trust
the Wolf!"

"As far as you can see him," said the other. "I have news," said
the shorter man. "Meet me in the flower-house to-night at eight
o'clock sharp."

Porky was afraid to look up for fear they would take notice of
him. He drummed on the counter, and called loudly for a cone.
The men moved away. Porky looked cautiously after them. For a
second, he thought of telling his brother to follow them, but
remembered in time that they looked exactly alike. He moved over
beside Beany, who was biting scallops off the edges of his cone:
he had not heard.

"Come here!" Porky said briefly. He handed his cone to a small
child and walked rapidly past the Hospital, around the drive
leading to the beautiful new horse stables and, cutting across
the race-track, threw himself down in the center of the grassy
ring where the saddle horses were shown. For acres around
stretched open space.

Beany, used to his brother, lay flat in the grass and tipped his