On one of the porch posts hung a sign with rude lettering: "Lolomi Lodge." "Hey, Josh, did you fetch the flour ?" called a woman's voice from inside.
"Hullo I Reckon I didn't forgit nothin'," replied the man, as he got down.

"An' say, Mrs.Hutter, hyar's a young lady from Noo Yorrk." That latter speech of the driver's brought Mrs.Hutter out on the porch.
"Flo, come here," she called to some one evidently near at hand.

And then she smilingly greeted Carley.
"Get down an' come in, miss," she said.

"I'm sure glad to see you." Carley, being stiff and cold, did not very gracefully disengage herself from the high muddy wheel and step.

When she mounted to the porch she saw that Mrs.Hutter was a woman of middle age, rather stout, with strong face full of fine wavy lines, and kind dark eyes.
"I'm Miss Burch," said Carley.
"You're the girl whose picture Glenn Kilbourne has over his fireplace," declared the woman, heartily.