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"Well, he ought to know," insisted Grace. "We'll take the left," and they did. If they had hoped to have all go smoothly on this, their first day of tramping, the girls were destined to disappointment. In blissful ignorance they trudged on, talking so interestedly that they never thought to glance at the sign boards, of which they passed several. It was Amy who discovered the error they had made  or rather, the error the farmer had caused them to make. Again coming to a dividing of the ways, they saw a new sign board, put up by a local automobile organization. WELL HE OUGHT TO KNOW INSISTED GRACE WE'LL TAKE THE LEFT AND THEY DID IF THEY HAD HOPED TO HAVE ALL GO SMOOTHLY ON THIS THEIR FIRST DAY OF TRAMPING THE GIRLS WERE DESTINED TO DISAPPOINTMENT IN BLISSFUL IGNORANCE THEY TRUDGED ON TALKING SO INTERESTEDLY THAT THEY NEVER THOUGHT TO GLANCE AT THE SIDE BOARDS OF WHICH THEY PASSED SEVERAL IT WAS AMY WHO DISCOVERED THE AIR THEY HAD MADE OR RATHER THE AIR THE FARMER HAD CAUSED THEM TO MAKE AGAIN COMING TO A DIVIDING OF THE WAY THEY SAW A NEW SIGN BOARD PUT UP BY LOCAL AUTOMOBILE ORGANIZATION
m and sugar having been added. "Oh, isn't this just lovely!" "Perfect," murmured Grace. "I wouldn't have missed this for anything!" In pure enjoyment they reclined on the grass after the meal, and then, as Betty, after a look at her watch, warned them that the better half of their journey still lay before them, they started off again. They had proceeded a mile or so, and the way was not so pleasant now, for the road was sandy, when they came to a fork of the highway. A time-worn sign-post bore letters that could scarcely be made out, and, though they had a road map, the girls were not quite sure which way to take to get to Rockford. They were debating the matter, alternately consulting the map and the sign-post, when a farmer drove past. "Which road to Rockford, please?" hailed Betty. "Th' left!" he exclaimed, sententiously. "G'lang there!" This last to the horses, not to the girls. "The road map seems to say the road to the right," murmured Betty, as the farmer drove that way himself. ICIOUS CRIED THE FRENCH GIRL AS SHE TASTED IT CREAM AND SUGAR HAVING BEEN ADDED OH ISN'T THIS JUST LOVELY PERFECT MURMURED GRACE I WOULDN'T HAVE MISSED THIS FOR ANYTHING IN PURE ENJOYMENT THEY RECLINED ON THE GRASS AFTER THE MEAL AND THEN AS BETTY AFTER A LOOK AT HER WATCH WARNED THEM THAT THE BETTER HALF OF THEIR JOURNEY STILL LAY BEFORE THEM THEY STARTED OFF AGAIN THEY HAD PROCEEDED A MILE OR SO AND THE WAY WAS NOT SO PLEASANT NOW FOR THE ROAD WAS SANDY WHEN THEY CAME TO A FORK OF THE HIGHWAY A TIME WORN SIGN POST BORE LETTERS THAT COULD SCARCELY BE MADE OUT AND THOUGH THEY HAD A ROAD MAP THE GIRLS WERE NOT QUITE SURE WHICH WAY TO TAKE TO GET TO ROCHFORD THEY WERE DEBATING THE MATTER ALTERNATELY CONSULTING THE MAP AND THE SIGN POST WHEN A FARMER DROVE PAST WHICH ROAD TO ROCHFORD PLEASE HAILED BETTY THE LEFT HE EXCLAIMED SCENTLESSLY GOLANG THERE THIS LAST TO THE HORSES NOT TO THE GIRLS THE ROAD MAP SEEMS TO SAVE THE ROAD TO THE RIGHT MURMURED BETTY AS THE FARMER DROVE THAT WAY HIMSELF
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