“Hear that! Where is the lunch basket?” Lilith peered down over the back of her seat. “I believe you hid it away! I don’t see anything familiar.” Polly looked mischievous. “There are chicken sandwiches and cream-cheese sandwiches and chocolate snaps and oranges and coffee and--” “Oh!” Lilith clapped her hands to her ears. “Isn’t she naughty, Dolly?” “No,” answered Dolly; “she couldn’t be--ever.” “You see, I have a stanch champion,” Polly twinkled. “Oh, yes,” sighed Lilith in mock distress, “everybody swears allegiance to you. I foresee what lonesome days I am going to have up on the mountain.” Dolly was looking at the girl with a puzzled expression. Lilith’s face was perfectly serious. “I love you too,” she said sweetly. “Bless her little heart!” cried Lilith. “You and I are going to have a lovely time at Overlook, aren’t we?” “Yes, Miss Lilith,” answered Dolly, yet this was becoming even more perplexing. Hadn’t she just said-- Lilith was watching her. “Did you think I was in earnest?” she smiled. “That’s the way Polly and I amuse ourselves. I was only joking. I am delighted to have everybody love Polly.” At which the little face grew bright again. “There!” exclaimed Lilith; “a tree! a tree!--it’s dinner-time!” Polly speeded up the car and whizzed by the designated shrub. “Oh, I say”--and the jester was serious this time--“let me out at that little tea-room or tavern or whatever--honest, Polly, I mean it!” So the car stopped, and the girl disappeared inside the door. Soon she came out, her hands full of ice-cream cones which she served to her fellow-passengers and then ran back for more. Russell drew up beside Polly and leaped out, to follow Lilith. Dr. Abbe was not far behind, and the three returned with more cones, running back and forth until all were supplied. It was a happy thought of Lilith’s, for the children were in ecstasies, and the icy sweets were grateful to everybody. Dr. Abbe and Russell lingered by Polly’s car, the children on the back seat eating and chattering by turns. Suddenly Little Duke’s voice piped high above the others’. “Oh! it’s awful hot; but My hasn’t sweat a hair!” Those on the front seat laughed slyly. “Pretty good,” observed Russell softly. “Amusing little fellow,” returned Dr. Abbe in the same tone. Polly glanced behind. Little Duke, all unconscious of the notice, was engaged in examining his suit of new tan linen which was his especial admiration. Finding it still immaculate, he resumed his ice-cream, remarking, “If My should get a drop on this, it would be enough to drive the angels to drink.” Russell grinned, Dr. Abbe’s lips puckered, Lilith laughed into her handkerchief, while Polly whirled her back towards the small boy, and chuckled. “You seem to be in a fair way to have plenty of entertainment,” observed Russell. “This goes a little ahead of our regular everyday kind,” returned Polly; “but there’s always enough to keep us cheerful.”