"Can you tell me who the man with the goggles is"? she
demanded, turning to the real guide after the identification had been
made.
"If I knew him there'd be trouble," threatened Janus. "What kind of a
looking feller was he?"
Harriet answered, giving a very excellent description of the man with
the goggles.
"Don't know him," said Janus, stroking his whiskers reflectively.
"Lucky for him that I don't. What do you want to do now?"
"Go to the post-office," cried the girls.
"There must be mail for as there," added Hazel. "I'm so anxious to
hear from home."
"Yeth, tho am I," lisped little Grace Thompson.
"You have arranged for us at the hotel for to-night, haven't you?"
demanded Jane McCarthy. "Father said you would look after these
matters for me."
"It's all right, Miss. We'll go to the postoffice now. I'll look
after your baggage when we get you settled for the night. We won't
take it away from the station till we talk over what you want to do.
Are you ready?"
They walked down the street, laughing and chatting, a happy lot of
girls, followed by a group of curious villagers, who even accompanied
them into the post-office.
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