at the little maids. "Probably your signal fire paved the very way to this night's victory!"
Cousin Eliza clapped her hands triumphantly. "'Tis the women who are ever behind the victories!" she cried mischievously.
"Even so," nodded John. "But, Hitty, why do you not tell me of the queer old lady of your stagecoach trip?" he asked, looking down quizzically into Mehitable's happy face.
Both girls stared at him with open mouths.
"Why, John, how didst know about her?" exclaimed Charity.
"Because"—and here John Condit stopped to chuckle—"why, because, little sister, I was the old lady!"
