And so I got a field glass and looked all
around, and though I thought I saw your white flags fluttering. I wasn't
sure, but I put over here on the chance."

"Seems to me," said Kenneth, "Hepworth is a good deal like that man in
the story. A horse had strayed away and several people had tried to find
it, without success. Presently, a stupid old countryman came up leading
the horse. When asked how he found it he only drawled out, 'Wal, I jest
considered a spell. I thought ef I was a horse whar would I go? And I
went there,--and he had!' That's a good deal the way Hepworth did."

They all laughed at Kenneth's funny story, but Patty said, "It was a sort
of intuition, but all the same I object to having Mr. Hepworth compared
to a stupid old countryman."

"I don't care what I'm compared to," said Mr. Hepworth, gaily, "as long
as we've found you two runaways, and if we can get you back in time for
the opening of the fair."

The time was very short indeed, and as soon as they landed at the dock,
Patty and Bertha started for the house to don their costumes as quickly
as possible.

The Fair, or "Bazaar of all Nations," as it was called, was really
arranged on an elaborate scale. It was held on the spacious grounds of
Mr. Ashton, one of the wealthiest of the summer residents of Sandy Cove.

So many people had interested themselves in the charity, and so much
enthusiasm had they put into their work, that when it was time to throw
the gates open to the public, it was a festive and gorgeous scene indeed.

The idea of representing various nations had been picturesquely, if not
always logically, carried out.

A Japanese tea-booth had been built with some regard to Japanese fashion,
but with even more effort at comfort and attractive colour effects. The
young ladies who attended it wore most becoming Japanese costumes, and
with slanting pencilled eyebrows, and Japanese headdresses, they served
tea in Oriental splendour.

In competition with them was an English dairy, where the rosy-cheeked
maids in their neat cotton dresses and white aprons dispensed cheese
cakes and Devonshire cream to admiring customers.

The representatives of other countries had even more elaborate results to
show for their labours.

Italy's booth was a beautiful pergola, which had been built for the
occasion, but which Mr. Ashton intended to keep as a permanent
decoration. Over the structure were beautiful vines and climbing plants,
and inside was a