le see it as plainly as I do."

She ran up into the Upper Middletown Road, as far out as Elder
Concannon's. The old gentleman--once Janice Day's very stern critic,
but now her staunch friend--was in the yard when Janice approached in
her car. He waved a cordial hand at her and turned away from the man
he had been talking with.

"Well, there ye have it, Trimmins," the girl heard the elder say, as
her engine stopped. "If you can find a man or two to help you, I'll
let you have a team and you can go in there and haul them logs.
There's a market for 'em, and the logs lie jest right for hauling. You
and your partner can make a profit, and so can I."

Then he said to Janice: "Good morning, child! You're as fresh to look
at as a morning-glory."

She had nodded and smiled at the patriarchal old gentleman; but her
eyes were now on the long and lanky looking woodsman who stood by.

"Good day, Mr. Trimmins," she said, when she had returned Elder
Concannon's greeting. "Is Mrs. Trimmins well? And my little Virginia
and all the rest of them?"

"The fambly's right pert, Miss," Trimmins said.

Janice had a question or two to ask the elder regarding the use of the
church vestry for some exercises by the Girl's Guild of which she had
been the founder and was still the leading spirit.

"Goodness, yes!" agreed the elder. "Do anything you like, Janice, if
you can keep those young ones interested in anything besides dancing
and parties. Still, what can ye expect of the young gals when their
mothers are given up to folly and dissipation?

"There's Mrs. Marvin Petrie and Mrs. Major Price want to be
'patronesses,' I believe they call themselves, of an Assembly Ball, an'
want to hold the ball at Lem Parraday's hotel. It's bad enough to have
them dances; but to have 'em at a place where liquor is sold, is a sin
and a shame! I wish Lem Parraday had lost the hotel entirely, before
he got a liquor license."

"Oh, Elder! It is dreadful that liquor should be sold in Polktown,"
Janice said, from the seat of the automobile. "I'm just beginning to
see it."

"That's what it is," said the elder, sturdily.

"It's a shame Mr. Parraday was ever allowed to have a license at the
Lake View Inn."

"Wal--it does seem too bad," the elder agreed, but with less confidence
in his tone.

"I know they say the Inn scarcely paid him and his wife, and he might
have had to give it up this Spring," Janice said.

"Ahem! That would have been u