Harriet Burrell plucked the sleeve of the guardian's light coat.

"I wouldn't go with him, Miss Elting," she urged.

"Why not, dear?"

"I don't like his looks. Make him take off his glasses. There is
something peculiar about him."

"This way, please!" the guide's voice took on a tone of command. They
had nearly reached the upper end of the platform when he issued his
peremptory order. Just then a shout was heard to the rear of them. A
man came running toward them.

"Hey, there!" he called. The girls halted. "Are you the Meadow-Brook
Gals?"

"Yes, sir," answered Miss Elting, brightly.

"Well, I'm mighty glad to know about it. 'Pears as if you didn't know
where you was going."

"And who are you, sir?" demanded the guardian.

"I'm the guide, Janus Grubb."

"Will you listen to the man!" chuckled Jane.

Harriet nodded with satisfaction.

"Janus Grubb? Why, sir, I don't understand. We have already met Mr.
Grubb," cried Miss Elting.

"Somebody is crazy," muttered Jane, "I think the man with the green
goggles is the lunatic."

"Show me the man who said he was myself," roared the newcomer.

Miss Elting turned to point out the man who had been piloting them
along the platform. She uttered a little exclamation. The man with
the goggles was nowhere in sight. "Why, where did Mr. Grubb go?" she
exclaimed.

"I'm Janus Grubb and I'd like to see the man who says I'm not," shouted
the guide indignantly, forgetting that he was addressing a woman.

"Please come to the station agent with me. If he identifies you, I am
satisfied," declared Miss Elting with dignity, looking disapprovingly
at the excited man. She moved back toward the station, followed by her
charges, and a moment later the railroad agent had identified Janus to
her entire satisfaction.

The girls giggled. There was something funny about their having been
deceived so easily, but Miss Elting did not regard matters in that
light. "Can you tell me who the man with the goggles is"? she
demanded, turning to the real guide after the identification had been
made.

"If I knew him there'd be trouble," threatened Janus. "What kind of a
looking feller was he?"

Harriet answered, giving a very excellent description of the man with
the goggles.

"Don't know him," said Janus, stroking his whiskers reflectively.
"Lucky for him that I don't. What do you want to do now?"

"Go to the post-office," cried the girls.

"There must be mail for as th