It's real--terribly real," replied Helen.

"Now that we're here--with that awful ride over--we can think." "It's so pretty--here," yawned Bo.

"I'd just as lief Uncle Al didn't find us very soon." "Bo! He's a sick man.

Think what the worry will be to him." "I'll bet if he knows Dale he won't be so worried." "Dale told us Uncle Al disliked him." "Pooh! What difference does that make ?...

Oh, I don't know which I am--hungrier or tireder!" "I couldn't eat to-night," said Helen, wearily.
When she stretched out she had a vague, delicious sensation that that was the end of Helen Rayner, and she was glad.