That made them all laugh, and then the guide laughed too, delightedly. "Now we uns is found some happiness!" he exclaimed. "The spring-keeper says that is all that's worth finding. He says he has found it but he never laughs like that. He just smiles but never makes no music when he's happy. But neither does the sunshine." The cabin which they were approaching was different in a way from the usual one found in the mountains. It was made of logs and had the outline of the ordinary abode of the mountaineer, but a long porch went along two sides and this porch was screened. Screening is something almost unheard-of with the natives, although the flies abound in the mountains as well as in the valleys. A little clearing around the cabin was one great tangle of flowers: golden glow, love-in-the-mist, four o'clocks, bachelor's buttons, zenias, asters, hollyhocks, sunflowers, poppies, cornflowers, scarlet sage, roses and honeysuckles. Some greedy bees were still buzzing around the roses, although the sun was down and it was high time all laborers were knocking off for the night. There was a light in the cabin which sent a very cheering message to the foot-sore travelers--also an odor of cooking that appealed very strongly to all of them but sent Skeeter off into an ecstasy of anticipation. The guide put down his bucket of water and placing his jew's-harp to his lips gave a kind of buzzing call. Immediately an old man came out of the door. "Is that you, Tom Tit?" It was such a kind, sweet voice that the four were made sure they were right in coming to his abode. "Yes, Spring-keeper, and we uns found something." "I'll be bound you have! What is it this time? Another aeroplane or a rainbow?" "No, it is four laughs, look!" The old man did look, and when he saw the wanderers, he hastened out to make them welcome. Never was there a more charming manner than his. No wonder the half-witted youth thought of the sunshine in connection with his smile. He was tall and stalwart, with a long gray beard that could only be equalled by Santa Claus himself. His hair was silver white and his cheeks as rosy as a girl would like to have hers. His eyes were gray and so kind and twinkling that all fear of his being crazy was immediately dispelled from the minds of our young people. "They thought they were lost but they were wrong--we uns found 'em." "Good work, Tom Tit! And now what are we to do with them?" he asked, although he did not wait to find out what his poor companion had in his befuddled mind but ushered them to the porch, where he made the girls comfortable in steamer chairs and let the boys find seats for themselves. Their story was soon told and much was their amazement to learn that they were more than ten miles from Greendale. "You must have been walking all day in the wrong direction. No wonder this poor little girl is limping. Now the first thing for us to do is to have something to eat." "Ahem!" from Skeeter. The spring-keeper smiled.