r to her, this strange vehicle
was heard coming down the lane. Every one rushed to the gate--Mr. and
Mrs. Brown, the farm hands, the kitchen folk, nurse, and even Quillie in
her night-gown; for there was Julie at last--poor tired little
Julie--drooping, faint, and tearful.

No one scolded, not even nurse, who had been most sorely tried; and
Madame Von Boden, with many mistakes in her use of English, and with
much excitement, related her adventure. Of course it was considered
wonderful, and the travellers were prevailed upon to remain at Mr.
Brown's overnight.

[Illustration: A GOOD TIME IN THE BARN.]

You would not have supposed that following day, when all the children
were having a good time in the barn--swinging, feeding the horses,
gathering eggs, giving the hens a double supply of corn, and in every
way making the most of a barn's generous resources--that one little
maiden among them was a heroine of romance, a very tired little heroine,
quite contented to watch the swallows and pigeons, and gaze at the
far-away mountain-tops. But so it was, and so it often is; for, as the
French say, "'tis the unexpected that happens;" and when Madame Garnier
heard that her little Julie had found her aunt Marie, and that the
little cousins were all housed under one roof, and having much happiness
together, her own joy was great.

Julie promised faithfully never to undertake any more expeditions
without the consent of her guardians, and she begged Quillie never to
say anything more about the squaw; but Fred was allowed, by special
grace, to call her Miss Van Winkle; for Fred had a funny way peculiar to
himself which seldom excited wrath.

Later in the season, when Madame Garnier was able to join Julie, and Mr.
and Mrs. Coit came up from the city, the Von Bodens gave a pretty _fete_
to all the children, and at the conclusion of it Quillie was invited to
accompany Julie and her cousins, and spend the winter in Paris, which
was so nice an opportunity for Quillie to acquire a good French accent
that her father and mother felt obliged to accept.

Artie and Will had a great talk about this, and Fred said he wished Miss
Van Winkle would just take another nap in the woods, to see what else
might happen; possibly next time he would get an invitation from the
Prince of Wales to go yachting.

But Miss Van Winkle took her naps at home after that, though she still
thinks of the old squaw every time she looks at the moon.

THE END.