Through the windows of the hotel several frowsy looking women and an open mouthed boy were staring hard at the unconscious city folk.
Even Louise was in a mood for laughter as they mounted to the high seats of the democrat.

The glorious air, the clear sunshine and a satisfactory if simple breakfast had put them all in a good humor with the world.
They stopped at the station for their hand baggage, and saw that the trunks were properly loaded on the lumber wagon.

Then, slowly, they started to mount the long hill that began its incline just across the tracks.
"Sure this is the way ?" inquired Uncle John, perched beside the driver.
"I were horned here," answered the man, conclusively.
"That seems to settle it.

Pretty big hill, that one ahead of us." "It's the Little Bill.

When we cross it, we're at Millville." Seven miles of desolate country could not dampen the spirits of the girls.