That is, if you don't mind being seen with
such a disreputable figure as I cut."
"Of course we don't mind!" declared Betty. "We are getting rather
travel-stained ourselves."
"Our trunks will be waiting for us at your cousin's house, Betty," spoke
Grace, for it was there they were to spend the last night of their now
nearly finished tour. "We can freshen up," went on the girl who loved
candy, "and enter into town in style. I hope mamma put in my new gown and
another pair of shoes."
"Grace Ford! You don't mean that you'd put on a new dress to finish up
this walking excursion in, do you?" asked Mollie.
"Certainly I shall. We don't know who we might meet as we get into
Deepdale."
"We will hardly get in before dusk," said Betty. "From Judgeville there
is the longest stretch of all, nearly twenty-two miles."
"Oh, dear!" groaned Grace. "We'll never do it. Why did you arrange for
such a long walk, Betty?"
"I couldn't help it. There were no other relatives available, and I
couldn't have any made to order. There was no stopping place between here
and home."
"Oh, I dare say I can stand it," murmured Grace. "But I guess I won't
wear my new shoes in that case.
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