"And we found part of that letter," cried Betty. "We tried to find you,
too, but you had disappeared."
"Indeed. I know how that happened--I took a short cut through the woods."
"The chocolate is ready!" called Grace, a little later. "Won't you have
some, Mr. Blackford?"
"Thank you, I will. Say, but you young ladies are all right. Do you do
this sort of thing often?"
"Well, we like to be outdoors," explained Betty, as she handed him a cup
of the hot beverage. "We like to take long walks, but this is the first
time we ever went on a tour like this."
"And we've had the _best_ time!" exclaimed Mollie.
"And _such_ adventures," added Grace. "Will you have more chocolate?"
"No, thank you. That was fine. Now I must try and get dry. But I'm used
to this sort of thing. I'm from the West, and I've been in more than
one flood."
"You have!" cried Amy, and the others knew of what she was thinking--her
own case. "I hope he didn't have the same sort of trouble I had, though,"
she thought.
"Perhaps if you were to walk along your clothes would dry quicker," said
Betty. "And if you went on to Judgeville you might be able to get a
tailor to press them."
"Thanks, I believe I will.
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