tent, I can run an automobile and
I can ride a horse, but that's about all Crazy Jane McCarthy knows how to
do except to make her father tear his hair with worry for fear she will
break her neck driving her car recklessly. Never mind, Dad, I shan't have
the car for a couple of weeks, but trust me to stir up something else just
as exciting."

Mr. McCarthy would not venture to drive the car back to the log road,
after it had been finally unloaded of trunks and bags and a great
assortment of odds and ends. Jane could not have required more luggage had
she been going to a fashionable summer resort for her vacation. She called
to the girls to get in and ride out to the log road with them. Harriet and
Tommy accepted the invitation with Mrs. Livingston's permission. The Chief
Guardian thought that Harriet's influence might have a wholesome effect
on this wild, motherless girl. Harriet was glad when the drive came to an
end. Time and time again it seemed as though the machine would be wrecked,
but Jane jockeyed her car over the dangerous places, missing trunks of
trees and rocks by the narrowest possible margin.

"There!" she said driving the car triumphantly out onto the log road. "If
you can't get home alone now, Daddy dear, you don't deserve to. Come back
to see me next Sunday. Maybe they won't want me after that. Maybe they
won't be able to stand me that long."

Jane leaped back into the car, from which she had descended, giving her
father an affectionate hug and a kiss. Then she suddenly threw in the
clutch and sprang out. The car shot ahead, lurching from side to side of
the narrow logging road, greeted with shouts of delight from Jane, her
father making frantic efforts to regain control of it, which he finally
did after threatening to wreck it. He shook a fist over his shoulder at
Jane, then disappeared around a bend in the road.

"Isn't he the prize old dad?" laughed Jane, a suspicious moisture
appearing on her eye-lashes.

"He ith too eathy with you, that ith what ith the matter with him,"
declared Tommy abruptly.

"Of course he is," admitted Jane. "He is afraid to be otherwise. Let's go
back and see what's going on. It looks like a regular circus. What time do
they feed the animals?"

"Dinner is at half past six, if that is what you mean," replied Harriet
rather severely. "May I make a suggestion or two, Jane?"

"Sure you may. Is it a lecture?"

"A sort of lecture."

"Advance your spark. I'm in on the bac