ame
she had become so tired that she sat down to rest by the way.

"How far have you to go, child?" asked Mr. Maynard, kindly.

"I have already walked a mile, sir, and it's two miles more to Pelton,
where I must go. I have often walked the distance, but my foot is very
bad just now, and it is hard going. I have been ill, and I am not yet
very strong."

"I should think not!" exclaimed King, who had jumped out to see what was
going on. "Look here, Father, we're going directly to Pelton; it is a
straight road, and I can't miss the way. You let this girl take my place
in the car, and I'll walk."

"Now that's good of you, King," said his father with an approving glance
at the boy, "for this poor child is pretty well tired out. How can you
get home again, Minnie?"

"Oh, sir, I shall have a ride home. A neighbor of ours will take me; but
I have to walk over to Pelton and get my things by the time he's ready
to start."

"And what time does he start for home?"

"About two o'clock, sir."

The child's face was very white, and her eyes were large and dark. Though
probably no older than Marjorie, she looked careworn and troubled beyond
her years.

"You are a good boy, King," his mother called out from the car, "and I
think, Ed, we had better take the girl with us. Kingdon won't mind a two
miles' walk, I know, when it is in such a good cause."

"I'm going with King," announced Marjorie; "I shan't mind the walk,
either, and it will be fun for both of us to be together, while it would
be awful lonesome for King all alone."

"Good for you, Mopsy Midget!" cried King, "you're a trump! Come on, we'll
get there before the car does." King grasped his sister's hand, and they
set off merrily at a good pace along the straight road to Pelton.

Meantime, Mr. Maynard had assisted the lame girl into the car, and Kitty
tucked rugs and shawls around her to make her comfortable.

Minnie Meyer was both awestruck and delighted. She had never been in an
automobile before, and it had all happened so quickly she scarcely
realized her good fortune.

"I think you must all be angels," she said; "and I'm sorry the young lady
and gentleman have to walk so far, and all just for me."

"But they're better able to walk than you are," said practical Kitty.

"That may be, Miss, but it seems queer for the likes of me to be riding
in their place. My! But it goes fast!"

The car passed King and Marjorie, who waved their hands gaily, and
watched it