so lovely as these hills are now? The scenery around here is like the
enchanted forests of Arcady."

"Oh, Miss Sallie, girls, look!" called Grace. From the high crest of a
hill "The Automobile Girls" gazed down upon one of the loveliest valleys
in the Berkshires. Afar off they could see the narrow Housatonic River
winding its way past villages and fields, from the hillsides, which gave
it the Indian name; for Housatonic means "a stream over the mountains."
Nestling in the valleys lay a chain of silver lakes.

Ruth paused an instant. "Over there ahead of us is 'our mountain.' I
think we can reach it in an hour or so."

While they were pursuing their journey, another small party was gathering
on the slope of the hill opposite. A long, lean man burned to the color
and texture of leather sat on the front seat of a wagon drawn by two
strong mountain horses. By his side was his wife, almost as thin and
brown; behind them, piled up in the wagon, were trunks, rolls of steamer
rugs, kitchen utensils, making altogether as odd an assortment of goods
as if the couple were peddlers.

Strolling around near them was a younger man, evidently the driver of a
well filled grocery wagon. His horse stood patiently cropping the fine,
hillside grass. Farther up the roadside a chauffeur nibbled a spear of
mint. He had no car near him, but his costume was unmistakable. Evidently
something was in the air. Somebody or something was being waited for.

Soon after twelve o'clock, there was a whirr along the road. The cart
horses raised their ears, and without a motion from their drivers, moved
farther to the right side of the path. Berkshire Hills horses, in
whatever station of life, needed no further notice. An automobile was
approaching!

"Here they come!" cried the grocer's boy, jumping back into his wagon.
The chauffeur dropped his piece of mint and gazed down the road. Now at
least there was something worth seeing!

"Hip! hip! hurrah!" "The Automobile Girls" landed with a flourish beside
the wagons. Their laughter woke the sleeping echoes in the hills.

"Are you Naki and Ceally?" cried Ruth, jumping out of the car and running
forward with her hand extended. "And are these our things you have in the
wagon? I am so sorry we are a few minutes late; but these mountain roads
take longer to drive over than I had expected. I hope I haven't kept you
waiting very long."

"No'm," said the guide, sliding slowly down from his perch on the campin