l some more, Jimmy."

"Yes" said Eddo, leaving Maggie and wedging himself between Lucy and
Jimmy. "Tell some more, Jimmum!"

"Well, there's a post-office in town and there's a telephone, and Mr.
Templeton has lots of things brought up to Castle Cliff from the city;
so we shall have plenty to eat; chicken and ice-cream and things. That
makes me think, I'm hungry. Wouldn't they let us open a luncheon
basket?"

Kyzie thought not; so Jimmy went on telling Lucy what he knew of Castle
Cliff. "It's named for an air-castle there is up there; it's a thing
they _call_ an air-castle anyway. A man built it in the hollow of some
trees, away up, up, up. I'm going to climb up there to see it."

"So'm I," said Lucy.

"Ho, you can't climb worth a cent; you're only a girl!"

"But she has an older brother; and sometimes older brothers are kind
enough to help their little sisters," remarked Kyzie, with a meaning
smile toward Jimmy; but Jimmy was looking another way.

"Uncle James told a funny story about that air-castle," went on Kyzie.
"Did you hear him tell of sitting up there one day and seeing a little
toad help another toad--a lame one--up the trunk of the tree?"

"No, I didn't hear," said Lucy. "How did the toad do it?"

"I'll let you all guess."

"Pushed him?" said Edith.

"No."

"Took him up pickaback," suggested Lucy.

"Nothing of the sort. He just took his friend's lame foot in his mouth,
and the two toads hopped along together! Uncle James said it probably
wasn't the first time, for they kept step as if they were used to it."

"Wasn't that cunning?" said Edith. And Jimmy remarked after a pause, "If
Lucy wants to go up to that castle, maybe I could steady her along; only
there's Bab. She'd have to go too. And I don't believe it's any place
for girls!"

The ride was a long one, forty miles at least. The passengers had dinner
at a little inn, the elegant horses were placed in a stable; and the
tallyho started again at one o'clock with a black horse, a sorrel
horse, and two gray ones.

The afternoon wore on. The horses climbed upward at every step; and
though the journey was delightful, the passengers were growing rather
tired.

"Wish I could sit on the seat with the king-ductor," besought little
Eddo, moving about uneasily.

"That isn't a conductor, it's a driver. Conductors are the men that go
on the steam-cars,--the 'choo choo cars,'" explained Jimmum. Then in a
lower tone, "They don't have any cars up at