title="37"/> must get together again before I go home to Chicago. Mollie told me she and Bab wanted you to go on a visit to a cousin in St. Paul, but they feared you would not consent to leave them alone. Here’s where I come in! I want you to let me take care of your babies, while you go on your trip.”

Ruth gave an impudent pull at Mollie’s curls, as she went on with her request. “Father and I have planned another per-fect-ly grand trip for ‘The Automobile Girls!’ Now please don’t anybody object until I have finished. Here, eat another marshmallow! This trip is not to be in the least like the other one. What I want is to go for a month on a camping party in the Berkshire Hills!”

“Hear! Hear!” called out Bab, hopping up, and forgetting all about her sprained ankle.

“I have just had this letter from Aunt Sallie, father,” continued Ruth. “She is game! Of course, she started out by saying she thought the trip was perfect nonsense; she knew we would have pneumonia and various other diseases if we attempted it, but she ended by declaring that, of course, she could not be left behind if we were determined on the frolic. She is a darling! So, now, Mrs. Thurston, if only you will consent, in a few days we want dear old ‘Bubble,’ to make a start for the Berkshires. This is the perfect time of the year and the mountains will be simply glorious! Oh, I can’t talk any more, I am so out of breath! Do go on please, father.”

“Mrs. Thurston, our plan is not so wild as it sounds. Ruth will take the girls in her car up into the Berkshires. I have discovered that on one of the mountains some distance from the regular line of travel, is a well built log cabin. It has big fireplaces in it, and can be made thoroughly comfortable for September. Early in October, Ruth wants to go with the girls to the hotel at Lenox, for a week or two of the autumn sports there. The automobile can travel comfortably over most of the Berkshire roads.”

Mr. Stuart’s tones were as persuasive as Ruth’s. “But, when the girls come to the chosen place, they can store the car in some suitable garage, and take the trails up the sides of the mountain, either on horseback or afoot.”

“But Barbara’s foot,” insisted Mrs. Thurston weakly, in the first pause that gave her an opportunity to speak.

“Oh, Bab’s ankle will be all right, mother!” Mollie cried. “We have spoken to the doctor, and he says Bab will be jumping about as lively as a cricket in a few days.”

“Mrs. Thurston,” said Mr. Stuart, speaking in his heartiest voice, “I want to be allowed the floor in this conversation. I have something to propose on my own account. A party of friends of my sister’s and mine are going west on a sight seeing trip. Among them is a railroad president and his wife, and their private car is to be used for the tour. It would give me great pleasure to have you meet them and make your journey to St. Paul in their company. My sister wishes to assure you that you will find them thoroughly congenial and will no doubt enjoy the trip. To tell the truth, Miss Stuart has already written our friends to expect you, for I had determined that you should go at all events.

“As for our daughters,” he continued, “I am greatly interested in this camping scheme for them. I know, from my own experience, that nothing can be made more delightful than our modern fashion of ‘roughing it.’ I intend to make the necessary arrangements, and properly equip this camping party myself. I shall even run up to the Berkshires for a day or two, to look over the ground. I want to engage a guide for the party, and a woman to do the cooking. Then I must see if the little log cabin is all the circular says it is. It is rented out to camping parties all through the year. Come, Mrs. Thurston,” questioned Mr. Stuart, “don’t you think this is a good scheme for everyone?”

“Right you are, Mr. Stuart!” Bab called out rapturously. By this time Mollie and Ruth were both on the floor, with their arms around Mrs. Thurston.

“We do so want to lead ‘the simple life,’ dear Mrs. Thurston,” Ruth begged. “Think how splendid for us to have a month out of doors before we go back to hard work at school.” Ruth made a wry face. She was not fond of study, like Barbara. “We may spend a week or so in Lenox, to please Aunt Sallie. But most of the time we want to be right in the mountains. Let me see—there is Greylock, and Monument Mountain, and hosts of others not too far from Lenox. At least, we shall be able to see them from our mountain top. And we must escort Bab over to Rattlesnake Mountain, in honor of her well known fondness for those charming pets.”

“Oh, I’ll look after Bab,” Mollie spoke in superior tones.

“Mother,” said Barbara earnestly, “you must accept Mr. Stuart’s charming invitation, even if you think it wiser for us not to go on the camping trip with Ruth. I know you need a change. You have had so much worry, and now your mind is at rest.”

“Ruth,” said Mrs. Thurston, looking as bright and happy as one of the girls, “accept my best wishes for the ‘Robin Hood Band’ of ‘Automobile Girls!’ I am sure they will soon rival that celebrated set of woodsmen. Only, I beg of you, confine your adventures strictly within the limits of the law.”

“Then you mean that Bab and Mollie may go!” cried Ruth in tones of rapture. “But we don’t intend to play at being an outlaw band. Kindly regard us as early Puritan settlers in the New England hills, compelled to seek protection from the Indians in our log hut. I wish we could run across a few Indians up there; we shall be right on their old camping grounds. There are still some Indian trails in the mountains, but the Berkshires are so highly civilized, these days, we shall never find even a trace of a red man, or a red woman either!”

“When do we start, Ruth?” asked Mollie. “I should like to be off to-morrow. Remember how fast the time is going. School begins the middle of October.”

“What about Grace?” asked Bab thoughtfully. “It would hardly be a real ‘Automobile Girls’ party if one of their number should be left out.”

“Oh, it is all right about Grace, of course!” Ruth answered. “Goodness me! Haven’t I told you? We have already talked our plan over with Squire Carter, who is delighted to have Grace go. He says a month out of doors will do wonders for her. He only wished he was not too old to join us.”

One week later, Miss Sallie Stuart and the quartette of “Automobile Girls” gathered at the station to speed Mrs. Thurston on her journey. Mr. Stuart was to accompany her as far as New York City, and see her safely established among his friends.

“Be good children, all of you,” urged Mrs. Thurston at the last minute. “And remember to keep your feet dry.”

“In case the camping outfit is not thoroughly satisfactory, Sallie,” counseled Mr. Stuart, “telegraph to New York for whatever you like. I believe everything is O. K. Remember to keep your camp fires always burning. You are to have the most trustworthy guide in the Berkshires, as well as his wife, to look after you, and you will never be far from civilization if you wish to go, Sallie?” he ended, for Miss Sallie was looking dismal at the idea of parting.

Miss Sallie nodded her head. “You know my views, Robert. If you will permit Ruth to follow any wild fancy that pops into her head, at least, I shall be near to see that she gets into as little mischief as possible.”

Mr. Stuart’s last whisper before the train started was for Bab. “Don’t worry about your little mother,” he said.