admiringly at the genius of this magnificent enterprise.

It was the biggest moment in her poor little life and Pee-Wee was a
conquering hero. She placed the fudge within his reach and waited in
terrible suspense to see him operate upon this giggling band of lost
pilgrims.

Nearer and nearer the car came and now it poked its big nickel
plated nose around the bend and advanced slowly, easily, along the
narrow, grass grown way. It looked singularly out of place in that
wild valley.

A low, melodious horn politely reminded Simeon Drowser, who stood
gaping in the middle of the road, to withdraw to a safer gaping point.
He retreated to the platform in front of the post office and consulted
with Beriah Bungel, the village constable, about this sumptuous
apparition.

Only a couple of hundred feet remained now between the refreshment
parlor and this party of mirthful victims. If Pepsy's red hair had been
short enough it would have stood on end; as it was her fingers tingled
with mingled appeal and confidence in the head of the firm.

Would it stop? Oh, would it stop? The suspense was terrible.

"F--r--resh doughnuts!" called Pee-Wee in a sonorous voice. "Ice cold
lemonade! It's ice cold! Get your fudge here!"

Pepsy looked admiringly upon her hero. She would not have dared to
obtrude into the negotiations which seemed at hand. She gazed wistfully