Listen. I think I
hear a honk somewhere back in the woods."
The big room of the house, made by knocking two small rooms together,
seemed fairly full already, and other guests were on the back porch. The
Graces were there, putting the finishing-touches to the table--Helga had
not come, after all, but had gone instead, with her young man, to spend a
few sunny afternoon hours among the films. And one of the young business-
men present at Mrs. Phillips' dinner was present here; he seemed to know
how to handle the oil-stove and the pump (with the cooperation of the
chauffeur), and how to aid the three handmaidens in putting on the knives,
forks, plates and napkins that Helga had decided to ignore. The people in
the distant motor-car became less distant; soon they stopped in a clearing
at the foot of the hill, and before long they appeared at the top with a
small hamper of provisions.
"Oh, why didn't you ask _us_ to bring something!" cried Cope. Randolph
shrugged his shoulders: he saw himself lugging a basket of eatables through
five miles of sand and thicket.
"You've brought yourself," declared Mrs.
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