Luckily no one glanced at Dan, for his sudden brightening expression would have revealed the secret he wished to share with none but Meg. In another few moments the girl, riding slowly up the mountain road on her spotted pony, heard a chorus of shouts, and glancing up, saw the young people on the bend above waving caps and kerchiefs. What a warmth there was in the heart of the girl who, through all the years, had been without a companion of her own age. And when at last they met, Jane was the first to hurry forward with outstretched hands. "We've missed our nearest neighbor and we're so glad you came home today," she said in her friendliest manner. The beautiful girl looked from one to another of the group and seeing in each face a joyful expression, she asked: "What is it? Some special occasion?" Gerald shouted, "Yo' bet it is! It's ol' Jane's birthday!" Instantly he remembered the time in the orchard at home when he had called his sister "Ol' Jane" and how scathingly he had been rebuked, and he looked quickly, anxiously at the girl, but she was laughingly saying, "You're right, Gerald! Eighteen _is_ old! I feel as ancient as the hills." Then taking Meg's free hand, for Julie was clinging to the other, Jane said, "Won't you turn about and take lunch with us at the inn? It's the first of the birthday celebrations." But the mountain girl shook her head, smiling happily into her friend's eyes as she replied: "Ma Heger is expecting me this noon and will have the things baked up that I like best. I couldn't disappoint her nor dear old Pap, either." "But you'll come later. We'll be home by two o'clock and then the real celebration is to begin," Jane begged, while Gerald said informingly, "We're going to do stunts. I mean something extra-different. We don't know what yet, but it'll be something awful jolly." Meg beamed down at the eager freckled face. "I wouldn't miss it for worlds. Of course I will be there." Dan, who had been standing silently at her side said: "I will come up to your cabin for you. Then you will know when we are back and ready to begin the frolic, whatever it is to be." "Is Jean Sawyer coming?" Meg glanced at Jane to inquire. The mountain girl noted the sudden clouding of her new friend's eyes and although the reply was lightly given in the negative, Meg knew that something was wrong. She had been so sure that Jane and Jean liked each other especially well. Glancing at the sun, which was nearing the zenith, she exclaimed: "I must go now; my pony has had a long walk today and I do not want him to climb too rapidly." Then with a direct glance out of her dusky, long-lashed eyes at Dan, she said: "I'll be ready and waiting for you when you come." Mrs. Bently was indeed pleased when she heard that she was to have so many hungry guests for lunch and asked if she might have one hour for preparation.