"You were right in that," rejoined her companion, pulling up his horse. "I'm sure they're not through tea yet; I can leave you and take your horse on to the stable. Here, jump out." But Martine hesitated, and for the moment she was annoyed at her rescuer. If Priscilla or Amy should look from a window, how mortifying it would be to be seen driving in a grocer's cart with a riderless steed tagging on behind. "No, thank you," she said; "I would rather go on to my boarding-house; please drive on." She never knew whether her new acquaintance would have heeded her request or not, for hardly had she spoken when from a side door Eunice Airton and Priscilla rushed toward the wagon. "Where's Martine?" cried Priscilla, excitedly; "we recognized the horse." "Oh, Balfour," began Eunice, "what--" Without further ado Martine jumped down from the seat. The girls had approached the wagon from the rear, and at first had not seen her. Her sudden appearance surprised them. By this time Amy had reached the group. "What happened?" and she looked on Martine for an explanation. "Nothing, nothing," replied Martine, "only I was caught in the fog." Amy laid her hand on Martine's arm. "Your clothes are damp; you may take cold." "Come into the house," added Eunice; "we are not yet through tea." Martine saw that protest could not avail. As a matter of fact, she was not only cold but hungry, and the prospect of something to eat was one that she could not resist. "You said that you might come to tea," remarked Amy, "and so Mrs. Airton will not be altogether surprised." Had any one but Amy said this, Martine would have suspected her of sarcasm; but even if Amy would inwardly smile at her ignominious return, Martine could bear ridicule from her better than from any one else. When Martine had replaced her waist with a drier one belonging to Eunice, Eunice led her to the dining-room, where the others had resumed their seats. Mrs. Redmond and Mrs. Airton made little comment on her misadventure, and never did hot biscuit, and strawberries, and chocolate, and cookies seem more appetizing to Martine than they did on this occasion. Later, when Amy and Priscilla were helping Eunice clear the table, Mrs. Airton sat down beside Martine. "I am glad it was Balfour who found you," she said, "though I am sorry that he could not come in to tea with you. It is his night at the store, and he usually waits for his tea until late in the evening." "Balfour?" asked Martine; "who is Balfour? Of course I know he drove me home, but who is he?" "Balfour," replied Mrs. Airton, "why, Balfour is my son and Eunice's brother." "Ah," cried Martine, "I did not realize that; now I understand." But what she understood she did not then explain. Not long after tea Mr. Frazer rushed excitedly into Mrs. Airton's sitting-room.