and falling out of the road into the
wayside ditch.

"Oh, Harriet! Harriet!" she gasped, flinging herself into the room where
Harriet Burrell and her mother sat sewing on one of Harriet's dresses
which, though the young woman did not know it, was intended for her to
wear during the coming vacation in camp.

Harriet sprang up and ran to the excited Tommy, believing that something
terrible had occurred.

"Tommy, Tommy! What is it?" she cried.

"The greatetht thing you ever heard. Oh, I won't tell you. It ith too
good. Gueth what? Gueth!" chuckled Grace.

"I am afraid I cannot," laughed Harriet, now discovering that nothing was
amiss with Grace. "I am not a good guesser, but I do guess that you are
very much excited."

"You're going, too," interrupted Grace. "We're all going, and we're all
going to live in----"

"Sit down, Tommy and calm yourself. You are so excited that I can't
understand anything from your jumble of words," admonished Harriet, laying
a firm hand on the arm of her friend and pushing Grace into a chair.

"I don't want to thit down," objected Tommy bobbing up again. "I want to
talk, then I want to danthe. Oh, I'm tho happy. But I'm a thight," she
added, glancing down at her gown.

"I agree with you," answered Harriet, smilingly. "Do sit down and compose
yourself. Where are the girls? Are they as flustrated as you are?"

"Yeth, and they're going, too. They're coming here with Mith Elting.
They're coming from over there." Harriet smiled as Grace waved an excited
hand toward the west, the direction in which the hill lay.

"Tell me about it. I am growing curious. Where is it we are going?"

Tommy bobbed up from her chair and began dancing about the room.

"Oh, ever and ever tho far."

By this time Mrs. Burrell began to understand. She realized that the cat
was about to jump out of the bag, but made no effort to assist Grace in
telling the story. Instead Harriet's mother sat with an amused smile on
her face.

"We're going away, we're going away. Don't you underthtand?"

"No, Tommy, I don't."

"Oh, fiddle!"

"Where is it that we are going?"

"Ever and ever tho far away. Way off in the woodth where the birdth thing
and the frogth croak and the mothquitoeth bite you and thpoil your
complexion. And, oh, gueth, gueth, Harriet."

Harriet threw up her hands, an expression of comical despair on her face.

"I give you up, Tommy. You are hopeless. Here come Miss Elting and the
girls. Perhaps Mi