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By the time she had finished, the four girls had joined them on the terrace and presently a table was brought out and spread with a cloth, and, Mrs. Littell following the maid with a silver coffee urn, breakfast was served.

Betty looked eagerly from the window as the brakesman shouted, "Shadyside! Shadyside!" "Isn't it a pretty station!" said Louise Littell. Betty agreed with her. The lawn was still green about the gray stone building and the tiles on the low-hanging roof were moss green, too. The long platform was roofed over and seemed swarming with girls and boys.

"They're going to the smoker," guessed Bob, correctly as it proved. "I'm going to follow them, Betty, and see if I can hear any more. Perhaps there will be something definite to report to the proper authorities. From what Mr. Littell told us, the oil field promoters would like all the crooks rounded up. They're the ones that hurt the name of reputable oil stocks. You don't care if I go, do you?"

The Littell girls had been used to cars all their lives, but like the majority of such fortunates, knew nothing about them beyond the colors suitable for upholstery. "I've helped my dad with his car," ventured Norma diffidently. "This isn't the same make, but perhaps I can tell what the matter is." The beautiful, expensive school bus was in fact another type than the shabby, rattly affair Dr.

Bob Henderson had slipped around to her side of the table and leaned over her chair back to whisper in Betty's ear: "You've got to be ready in twenty minutes. The horses won't stand this cold weather not under saddle." "Saddle! Horses!" gasped Betty Gordon, rising right up from the table with the soup spoon in her hand. "I I don't believe I want any more luncheon, Mrs. Littell.

You know Bobby Littell has set her heart on you and Alice spending the recess with them in Washington. Anyway, lots of things can turn up before Christmas, Norma even the treasure!" Norma tried to smile. "I dream about that chasm nearly every night," she said. "Sometimes I think the Indians came back and got the stuff, Betty.

"I've been out of touch with a post-office for three weeks at a time myself, and our sailors, you know, often go much longer without letters." On one particularly lovely morning the four girls, with Mrs. Littell, started off on the pleasant mission of seeing the White House.

The plain brick building was directly at the head of the path leading from the landing, and a reverent group stood, the men with bared heads, for a few moments before the resting place of the Father of his Country. High above the river, overlooking the land he loved, stands the Mount Vernon mansion. From the tomb the Littell party went directly to the house.

Littell engaged her reservations on the Western Limited. She had decided to leave the following Wednesday, and when Bob came out to spend the week-end, he immediately announced his intention of going too. "I figure out Flame City is the nearest station to my aunt's old place. I have enough money saved now, and there's no reason why I should stay on here. Hurrah for Oklahoma!"

"I didn't really understand how much I had come to hate books and drill these last few weeks." "What do you mean?" demanded Roberta Littell. "If you don't tell us at once!" "Why, didn't you hear? Telegrams have come. To all our parents and guardians. Measles! Measles! Measles!" He began to dance a very poor imitation of the Highland Fling in the hall.