was a more glorious
day in all the world. You've just come along in time to save our
lives, Tilloughby. Which way are you bound?"

"Wuw-wuw-wuw-we had intended to go around Bald Hill."

"Well, postpone that for a few minutes, won't you, Tilloughby, like a
good fellow? Trot back to Meadow Brook and send an auto out here for
us. Get Henry, by all means, to drive it."

"Wuw-wuw-wuw-with pleasure," replied Tilloughby, wondering at this
strange whim, but restraining his curiosity like a thoroughbred.
"Huh-huh-huh-Henry shall be back here for you in a jiffy," and he drove
off in a cloud of dust.

Miss Stevens surveyed the retiring trap in satisfaction.

"Good," she exclaimed. "I already feel as though we were doing
something to save Lake Jo."

They walked back quite contentedly to the valley and surveyed it anew,
there resting now on both of them a sense of almost prideful
possession. They discovered a high point on which a rustic observatory
could be built; they planned paths and trails; they found where the
water-line came just under an overhanging rock which would make a cave
large enough for three or four boats to scurry under out of the rain.
They found delightful surprises all along the bank of the future lake,
and Miss Stevens declared that when the dam was built and the lake
began to fill, she never intended to leave it except for meals, until
it was up to the level at which they would permit the overflow to be
opened.

Henry, returning with the automobile, found them far up in the valley
discussing a floating band pavilion, but they came down quickly enough
when they saw him, and scrambled into the tonneau with the haste of
small children. Henry watched them take their places with smiling
affection. He had not only had good tips but pleasant words from Sam,
and Miss Stevens was her own incentive to good wishes and good will.

"Henry," said Sam, "we want to drive around to see the people who own
this land."

"Oh, shucks," said Henry, disappointed. "I can't drive you there. The
man that owns all this land lives in New York."

"In New York!" repeated Sam in dismay. "What would anybody in New York
want with this?"

"The fellow that bought it got it about ten years ago," Henry informed
them. "He was going to build a big country house, back up there in the
hills, I understand, and raise deer to shoot at, and things like that;
got an architect to make him plans for house and stables and all
costi