ige you an' your friends, so I'll just drive
my animals into that field. I don't believe the owner will care."

"Well, take this in case he does," said Cora, passing over a two-dollar
bill. "Get ready now, people!" she cried gaily. "We're going to move!"

With the aid of the beautiful collies, who seemed to be able to do
everything but talk, the herder drove his sheep through the lowered
bars of the pasture.

Then, with the bars up again, so they could not come out, the man waved
for the auto to proceed, swinging his cap at the boys and girls in token
of good will. Cora's _Whirlwind_ speeded up, followed by the others, and
soon they were on the broad, level highway that led to Mooreville.

"Cora, I simply must speak or I'll----" began Bess.

"Don't burst!" cautioned Jack, running his car up alongside his sister's.
The road was wide enough for three for a short distance.

"Wasn't that the same woman who was at your house?" went on Bess.

"I'm sure of it," assented Cora. "Only I didn't want to speak of it before
him, Poor creature! What a plight to be in! No place to stay!"

"But that silver purse!" cried Bess. "And the money----" She stopped
suddenly and looked at her sister. "Belle Robinson, you never gave that
to her!" she cried.

"Yes I did," admitted Belle. "I slipped it into the pocket of her cloak.
I could see she needed it."

"'Bread upon the waters,'" quoted Cora. "I was wondering where she got it
when the man mentioned it. To think of hearing about her again. Girls,
I'm sure she must be, in some way, tragically mixed up in our lives. We
are destined to meet her again, I'm sure."

"Well, I can't afford another silver purse," said Belle, smiling. "It will
have to be plain leather next time."

"We'll all chip in," declared Jack.

"Well, we must make time now," asserted Cora.

They found a rather anxious restaurant keeper looking down the road up
which they came, but he became all smiles when he saw the merry party, and
soon they were sitting down to a plain, but well-cooked and substantial
meal. And they all had appetites, too!

"We will spend the night at the Mansion House, in Fairport," spoke Cora,
consulting a list after dinner. "I will telephone for rooms."

"Perhaps you had better let me," suggested Cousin Mary, and she made the
arrangements over the wire.

Once more they were under way again, and all went well until Jack shouted
that his tire had gone flat and would have to be pumped up.