emonade on your joy, me boy, but your
credentials are excellent," returned Mat, taking the cake from Kizzie.

Jed and the little maid, assisted by the boys, proceeded to pour out
lemonade and to cut cake amid the clinking of glasses and merry talk.

The tower room was of octagon shape; crimson tapestry curtains edged
with tarnished gilt fringe hung at the eight narrow windows, and a rug
of faded crimson velvet half covered the painted floor. A heavy walnut
table and a revolving bookcase graced the centre of the room, and an
old fashioned wooden settee and several ancient chairs stood round, now
occupied by the young people who ate and drank and chattered, the
majority quite unmindful of their journey's object--Old Sol, in his
departing splendor, glorifying the clouds with prismatic color, ere he
sank beyond the far-reaching hills.

"You look quite uplifted," cried Alene, when Ivy, one of the few
onlookers, turned from the window.

She gave an expressive glance backward toward the fast-fading sky.

"It's that and something Hugh just told me. He spoke to Dr. Medway--"

"Yes, I know, and oh, I'm so glad!"

"And I too!" cried Laura, joining them.

"I like Dr. Medway; he never once called me 'an interesting case' but
talked as if I were just a little girl he would like to see cured.
When I think of it I feel so queer, I have to keep tight hold of my
crutches, to keep from floating away into the air, like a balloon!"
Ivy glanced across the room. "Things seem to be upside down, for there
I imagine I see Hugh and Mark Griffin buzzing together like two old
gossips!"

"It's not imagination; all the boys are as amiable as the children when
they play Mrs. Come-to-See! They were tottering on the brink of
friendship and Lois toppled them over into each other's arms."

"You Happy-Go-Luckys look to your laurels; Hugh and I belong to a club
of our own now!" called Mat.

"What, the Torchlights?" chorused the three.

He looked surprised.

"How did you know about it?"

They looked wise but said not a word, and Ivy whispered to the girls
how near she had come to finding out.

At that moment, taking a glass of lemonade, Mark Griffin stood up.

"To the clever and plucky,
The Happy-Go-Lucky--club!"

he cried, with a sly smile, which told them he knew all about it.

"How did you know?" asked one.

"Who told you?"

"Hugh, that was shabby of you!"

"You girls are always patching up some mystery or other. How wa