t one bit," Betty protested. "It isn't half as nice as
it was before. I hope they haven't touched my rock. If they have,
somebody's going to get a big scolding."

Talking thus and passing remarks upon everything they saw, the two
moved slowly along the newly-made road. Several freighting teams
passed them and the drivers looked with interest upon the old man and
the bright-faced girl.

"They all know you, Mr. David," Betty remarked. "Did you notice how
the men lifted their hats!"

"They did it to you, girl," was the reply. "Why should they do such a
thing to me?"

"Because you are great, that is why. They all know of the wonderful
thing you had in your head. Oh!" she suddenly exclaimed, stopping
short in her tracks.

"What is the matter?" David asked.

"They have taken away my rock! Look, there are only little pieces of
it left."

"They needed it, no doubt, for the works up there, Betty. You must not
mind when it has been put to such good use."

Betty, nevertheless, felt badly, and for a while she ceased her
chattering and walked along quietly by her companion's side. At length
they came to a place where the road left the path and swung to the
right.

"Isn't this nice!" Betty exclaimed. "Some of our dear old path is
left, anyway, and we can follow it and forget that any changes have
been made."

The path ran close to the brook and after they had followed this for
several hundred yards through a growth of young birches and maples,
they came to a clearing which had been made since they were last there.
Above them was the road, and on its lower side was a large pile of big
poles ready to be rolled into the brook.

"I wonder what they left them there for?" David enquired.

"Oh, I know," Betty replied. "Mr. Jasper told us, don't you remember,
that they left a lot of poles to be used along the brook. They must be
the ones."

"So he did tell us that," the old man mused. "Your memory is better
than mine. Suppose we sit down here and rest a while. That walk has
tired me."

"There's a nice place right in front of that big stump close to the
brook," and Betty pointed with her finger. "We can rest there and eat
a part of our lunch."

When they had reached the place Betty began to unpack the basket.
First of all she spread down a white cloth, and then laid out the
sandwiches and cake. Then she paused, and a look of dismay overspread
her face.

"We forgot to bring anything to drink!" she exc