red to death, Betty."

"Oh, Bob!" For the moment Betty had actually forgotten her great
news, but now it came rushing back to her. "Oh, Bob, I've something
wonderful to tell you!"

"Won't listen till you've had your supper," said Bob firmly, marching
her out to the dining-room table, as Grandma Watterby rang the bell.
"You eat first, then you can talk."

Betty could hardly touch her food for excitement, but she did not
want the Prices to hear what she had to tell Bob, so she made a
pretense of eating. The Watterby household was eager to hear what had
happened to her on her unplanned-for ride, and she told them that
Clover had taken her some miles before she could be halted. She did
not go into details.

"Now, Bob!" She fairly dragged him from the supper table, ignoring
his suggestion that they help Grandma Watterby wash the dishes. "I
can't wait another minute, not even to help Grandma. I have something
to tell you, and you simply must listen. I've found your aunts!"

Bob stared at her stupidly.

"I found the three hills!" Betty hurried on excitedly. "Clover
carried me ever so far, and I saw the three hills in the distance. I
had to ride miles before I reached them, but it isn't more than seven
or eight by the road. And, Bob, both your aunts are very sick, and
they have no one to take care of them or get them anything to eat.
There aren't any neighbors around here, you know; all the women are
too old or too busy like Mrs. Watterby, and the men are crazy about
oil. You and I have to go there to-night."

"Betty, are you sure you are not crazy?" demanded Bob uneasily. "How
do you know they are my aunts? How can we go there and stay? They
must need a doctor."

Betty was impatient of explanations, but she saw that Bob was
genuinely bewildered, so she hastily sketched the proceedings of the
afternoon for him.

"And Doctor Morrison must be there now," she wound up triumphantly.
"They look so much like you, Bob. He'll see it, too."

"I never saw any one like you, Betty!" Bob gazed at her in
undisguised admiration. "No wonder you look tired. Why, I should
think you'd be ready to drop. Hadn't you better go to bed and get a
good night's sleep and let me go out to the farm? You can come
to-morrow morning."

"I'm rested now," insisted Betty. "That hot supper made me feel all
right again. Doctor Morrison will probably have some directions for
me, and I promised the old ladies I'd be back and you promised Uncle
Dick no