"I might have known we couldn't go as fast as Lone Star!" David exclaimed disgustedly. "You don't s'pose they've gone up to Cherry Hill Park, do you?" questioned Polly. "It's just above here, you know." "Perhaps. Want to try it?" Of course she did, and on they trudged, taking note of neither time nor distance, until all at once Polly was conscious of weariness. "It seems further afoot than in an automobile, doesn't it?" she laughed. "Yes," nodded David; "but we're almost there. Wonder which road they'd be likely to take." Polly could not even guess, so they followed the driveways at random, on, and on, and on. There was no lack of company. Young men and women, walking cozily close; wandering lovers from over the sea, like children hand in hand; groups of laughing, chattering girls and boys;--all these, but never a Lone Star or a dignified Colonel with his possible sweetheart. "Let's sit down and rest," proposed David. "You must be tired." They dropped on a convenient bench, and Polly let go a sleepy little yawn. "I don't believe there's any use in waiting round here," began David. Polly did not reply. Her head was drooping. The lad drew her gently to his shoulder. "I guess--I was 'most--asleep," she said drowsily, and shut her eyes again. The passers-by glanced curiously at the two on the bench. Soon there were few to look, then none at all. David leaned his head against the slatted back. It was not an easy pillow, but it gave the needed relief, and he slept. "David Collins, I b'lieve you're fast asleep!" It roused the boy with a start. He gave a little shamefaced laugh. "I don't see what made me do it," he apologized. "Well, we'd better go home as quick as we can get there," decided Polly. "What time do you s'pose it is?" Neither could tell, but presently a town clock struck ten. "That isn't so bad as I thought," giggled Polly. "But what will the folks say!" They hurried along the path, till, suddenly, David halted. "Did we pass this big fountain?" he questioned abruptly. "I--don't remember it," Polly faltered. "We're on the wrong path," he hastily concluded. "Let's go back!" They wheeled about, and were soon following a driveway that they were sure led to the park entrance. Yet they trudged on and on, and still the green expanse, dotted with trees, flower-beds, and shrubbery seemed to stretch endlessly before them. "Seems 's if we ought to get somewhere pretty soon," observed Polly, a plaintive note in her voice. David replied absently. He was thinking hard. Where was that big stone gateway? He strained his eyes in a vain endeavor to discern it in the distance. "What if we couldn't find our way out, and they had to come and look for us!" pondered Polly. "Only they wouldn't know where to look!" "Oh, we're not lost!" exclaimed David, in what he tried to make a fearless tone; but Polly, as well as he himself, knew it to be a fib, spoken only to hold their fast-going courage.