"Now, I've got to go 'round to McKay's, and may have to wait there a considerable spell, so you'd better just hop out here and go home through the woods." He helped them out, gave them the flowers, and drove on. The girls sat down under a tree and divided the spoils. Marty contrived to make a basket of her broad-brimmed brown straw hat, in which she carefully placed her flowers. Evaline's basket was her gingham apron held up by the corners. When they came within sight of the grove where their missionary meetings had been held, Evaline whispered, "Look, Marty! there are some ladies sitting on our log." Sure enough, there were three young ladies, evidently resting after a mountain climb, for their alpenstocks were lying beside them, and one, a bright, black-eyed girl wearing a stylish red jacket, was fanning herself with her broad hat. As Marty and Evaline drew near this young lady called out gaily, "Well, little flower girls, where did you come from?" "We've been to Black's Mills in the wagon with Hiram, and when we were coming through the bottom he got this clematis for us," explained Marty, who always had to be spokesman. "And it is beautiful!" exclaimed the young lady. "What wouldn't I give for some like it! Did Hiram leave any or did he gather all for you?" "Oh, there's plenty left!" "Then I must have some," said the young lady, jumping up. "Come, girls, follow your leader to this bottom, wherever it is, and let us gather clematis while we may." "Fanny, Fanny, you crazy thing! Sit down and behave yourself," cried one of her friends, laughing. "You have no idea where the place is, and we have been walking for three or four hours already." "Oh, you can't go," said Marty earnestly to Miss Fanny. "It's miles and miles away; down steep hills and across the ford. Besides, Hiram says there may be snakes among the bushes." "Well, that settles it," said Miss Fanny, reseating herself on the log, while the others laughed heartily. Then Marty said with pretty hesitation, "Wont you have some of my flowers? I'd like to give you some." "Some of mine, too," said Evaline, her generosity overcoming her shyness. "Oh, no, indeed!" protested Miss Fanny. "Thank you very much, but I would not for the world deprive you of them. Very likely you have got it all arranged exactly how you are going to dispose of them at home." So they had, but neither of them was a bit selfish. Marty had already placed her hat on the end of the log and was busily engaged in separating a large bunch of flowers from the rest, and Evaline, approaching the young ladies, held out her apronful towards them. "Perhaps," suggested the tall, fair girl, whom her companions called "Dora," "perhaps you would be willing to play you are real flower girls and would sell us some." "Yes, yes," exclaimed Miss Fanny, "let us make a play of it. Little girls, how much are your flowers?" and she drew forth a long blue purse.