"Do you think those little feet of yours will be able to carry you so far, Otoyo?" asked Molly anxiously, one Saturday morning. Otoyo gave one of her delightfully ingenuous smiles. "My body is smally, too," she said. "The weight is not grandly." "Not smally; just small, Otoyo," admonished Molly, who was now well launched in her tutoring of the little Japanese, and had almost broken her of her participial habits. But the adverbial habit appeared to grow as the participial habit vanished. "And you won't get too tired?" asked Judy. "No, no, no," protested Otoyo, her voice rising with each no until it ended in a sweet high note like a bird's. "You not know the Japanese when you say that. I have received training. You have heard of jiu jitsu? Some day Otoyo will teach beautiful young American lady some things." "Yes, but the jiu jitsu doesn't help you when you're tired, does it?" "Ah, but I shall not be tired. You will see. Otoyo's feet great bigly." She stuck out her funny stubby little feet for inspection and the girls all laughed. As a matter of fact, she was a sturdy little body and knew the secret of keeping her strength. She achieved marvels in her studies; was up with the dawn and the last person in the house to tumble into bed, but she was never tired, never cross and out of humor, and was always a model of cheerful politeness. "Art ready?" asked Katherine Williams, appearing at the door in a natty brown corduroy walking suit. "Can'st have the face to ask the question when we've been waiting for you ten minutes?" replied Judy. It was a glorious September day when the walking club from Queen's started on its first expedition. The rules of the club were few, very elastic and susceptible to changes. It met when it could, walked until it was tired and had no fixed object except that of resting the eyes from the printed page, relaxing the mind from its arduous labors and accelerating the circulation. Anyone who wanted to invite a guest could, and those who wished to remain at home were not bound to go. "Did anybody decide where we were going?" asked Molly. "Yes, I did," announced Margaret. "Knob Ledge is our destination. It's the highest point in Wellington County and commands a most wonderful view of the surrounding country-side----" "Dear me, you sound like a guide book, Margaret," put in Judy. "Professor Green is the guide book," answered Margaret. "He told me about it. You know he is the only real walker at Wellington. Twenty miles is nothing to him and Knob Ledge is one of his favorite trips." "I hope that isn't twenty miles," said Jessie anxiously. "Oh, no, it's barely six by the short way and ten by the road. We shall go by the short way." "Isn't Molly lovely to-day?" whispered Nance to Judy, after the walking expedition had crossed the campus and started on its way in good earnest.