Humph! a pretty looking passenger you are! Where's your hat?"

"I don't always wear a hat in summer," and Dolly tossed back her golden
curls and looked at the man steadily. Her sleep had refreshed her
somewhat, and she had recovered her poise. Her determination was still
unshaken and she had every intention of going on that six o'clock train.

But the station master was a knowing sort of man and he had before this
seen campers afflicted with a desperate desire to go back to
civilisation.

"Didn't you come up here last night with the Roses?" he inquired
affably.

"Yes," replied Dolly, "but I'm going back to town to-day."

"Pshaw, now, is that so? Don't like it, hey?" The station master had a
kindly way with him, and as he threw open the door he invited Dolly to
enter the little waiting-room. "You stay here a spell," he said, "that
train ain't due for fifteen minutes."

He disappeared into the ticket office and closed the door. Then he
called up Mr. Rose on the telephone.

"Hello! what is it?" responded that gentleman sleepily, for he had been
roused from a sound slumber.

"I'm Briggs, the station agent. That little yellow-haired girl you
brought with you last night is here in the station. Says she's goin'
home."

"Dolly Fayre! At the station? Impossible!"

"Yep. She's here. And she's just about all in. You don't want I should
let her go on the train, do you?"

"Good gracious, no! Keep her there somehow till I can get there."

"I'll try, but she's terrible set on goin'."

"Keep her somehow, Briggs, if you have to lock her in. I'll be down
there inside of half an hour."

"All right, Mr. Rose. Good-bye." Briggs hung up the receiver and
sauntered back to the waiting-room.

"Best come over home with me, little Miss and get a bite of breakfast.
How about it? My home's just across the street and my wife'll be glad to
give you a snack."

"Thank you," said Dolly, doubtfully, "but I don't want to miss that
train."

"Oh, land! she's likely to be half an hour late! Come along, I'll keep
my eye out for the train."

Dolly hesitated. She was awfully hungry, but it was five minutes of six
and the train might not be late after all. Moreover, it seemed to her
that the station man was a little too anxious. Perhaps he wished to
detain her, though she could see no reason why he should interfere with
her plans. Unless it might be because she had no hat on. Still it was
not a crime to go hatless in the summer time, thou