"We are looking for Mr. Janus Grubb. Are you he?" she asked sharply.
The man nodded.
"This way," he said in a hurried voice.
"Come, girls," urged the guardian; "I thought Mr. Grubb would not fail
us."
"And a funny looking person he is," scoffed Jane McCarthy. Her
companions, Hazel Holland, Margery Brown and Grace Thompson, giggled.
Harriet Burrell plucked the sleeve of the guardian's light coat.
"I wouldn't go with him, Miss Elting," she urged.
"Why not, dear?"
"I don't like his looks. Make him take off his glasses. There is
something peculiar about him."
"This way, please!" the guide's voice took on a tone of command. They
had nearly reached the upper end of the platform when he issued his
peremptory order. Just then a shout was heard to the rear of them. A
man came running toward them.
"Hey, there!" he called. The girls halted. "Are you the Meadow-Brook
Gals?"
"Yes, sir," answered Miss Elting, brightly.
"Well, I'm mighty glad to know about it. 'Pears as if you didn't know
where you was going."
"And who are you, sir?" demanded the guardian.
"I'm the guide, Janus Grubb.
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