ng walk to the Indian wigwam. "Girls, I want to ask you
something."

"Attention, girls!" cried Bab. "What is it, Miss Sallie?"

"What do you say," continued Miss Stuart, "to our going back to
civilization? We have had a beautiful time on our hill. I, for one, shall
long remember it. But the days are growing shorter. If we are to enjoy
Lenox, and all the delights it offers, don't you think it is about time
we were moving there? To tell you the truth, I have already engaged our
board at the hotel."

"Well then, Aunt Sallie, we have no choice in the matter, have we?" asked
Ruth, ruefully. "I want to enjoy Lenox, too, but I do so hate to leave
this heavenly hill."

"I vote for Lenox with Aunt Sallie!" Grace exclaimed.

"Sensible Grace!" Miss Stuart murmured.

"See here, Ruth, dear," protested Grace, "please don't look as if you
were offended with me. We have had a simply perfect time in the log
cabin, but I am just longing to see the lovely places down in Lenox, and
to meet the delightful people."

"Ruth," Barbara spoke sadly, "I, too, want to go down into Lenox now. If
Eunice is to be laid up in the hospital I want to be near her, so I can
find out how she is each day. I shall never be happy again until I know
she is well."

Mollie put her arm round her sister. "Don't you worry so, Bab, dear," she
pleaded. "I don't believe your shooting poor little Eunice in the arm is
going to do her harm in the end. Poor little thing! It was simply
dreadful for her to have to spend all her time with her old Indian
grandmother. She never had a chance to see anybody, or to learn anything.
She was simply sick for companions of her own age. That is why she was
always haunting our cabin. I don't believe Eunice is more than part
Indian, anyway!" Mollie ended impressively. "I've a feeling that we shall
do her more good, in the end, from this accident than we have done her
harm."

"You are a dear!" cried Bab, already comforted by her sister's prophecy.

"You are all against me!" quoth Ruth, rising. "I surrender, as usual, to
my beloved aunt. I want to go to Lenox, but--I want to be here on the
hill, too. So runs the world. We can't manage to have all the things we
want at the same time; so hurrah for Lenox and the gay world again! Come
here to the door with me, children. Let us say farewell to our sweet
hillside!"

The girls stood arm in arm on their front porch. The evening wind swept
up the hill and rustled through the pines. The