“It is well we didn’t wait for a woodsy dining-room,” declared Polly, when they were again racing northward. “It doesn’t look as if we’d find one very soon.” It grew hotter and hotter. Polly drove faster. “There’s a lovely place this side of South Deerfield,” observed Lilith. “We’re nearly there, I think. Tired, Dolly dear?” “Some,” she answered softly, with a little wan smile. “We’re going to have dinner,” cried Polly gayly, speeding her car. “Look ahead! See that little wood--that’s where we’re going to stop.” And almost as she spoke the place was reached. “Oh, how beautiful!” breathed Dolly. The four cars drew up on the grass beside the road, lunch boxes were opened, and very shortly everybody was eating and drinking, the grown-ups taking only hurried nibbles until most of the children had a glass of milk in one hand and a chicken sandwich in the other. All felt the refreshment of the cool, green dining-room. The young men poured the ice-cold coffee and lemonade, the girls handed out sandwiches and cookies, oranges and small cakes, until weariness and heat were forgotten, and everybody was in gay morning mood. There was not much to pack away into basket and box when the luncheon was over, only a few cookies and bottles of milk, in case of need later in the day. Just as they were ready to start on again, Polly called Dr. Abbe. He came as if on wings. “At your service,” he bowed. “Would you mind letting Dolly go to sleep in your arms?” she asked. “I think she will be easier there.” “I shall be glad to take her,” was his assurance. “You might change places with one or two of the children here on the back seat,” Polly suggested, noticing the little maid’s troubled face. “Then Dolly will be right with me when she wakes up.” The exchange was quickly made, and on went the cars, on and on, through wide farm lands, beside gurgling streams and quiet lakes. They whirled into pretty villages and out, ran along the foot of hills and skirted deep ravines, where down, down, down, a brook was singing. The mountains drew closer and climbed nearer the clouds. But only the grown people saw and enjoyed it all, for the children, to the very last one, had fallen fast asleep. They had passed through Brattleboro and were following the winding river when--bang! There was an instant outcry, and everybody that was awake peered out to discover the trouble. It was one of Russell’s tires that was responsible for the spoiling of so many naps, and at once his coat was off and he was getting out his tools, begging the rest to go on and promising to follow as soon as possible. But the road was shady and the cars came to a halt, John and Charley running to help with the injured tire.