"We seem to be in the assisting business," remarked Betty, who sat beside Mollie. "We're helping two birds with one auto."
"You mean Carrie?"
"Yes."
"Poor girl! I do hope we can help her, and get someone to look after her so she won't worry. Mr. Washburn will know what to do."
"Yes, Allen is getting to be quite a lawyer," admitted Betty, with a bush.
The swung into Franklin.
"Where do you think would be a good place to look for your man?" asked Mr. Blackford of the farmer.
"I heard he was selling tooth powder in the public square. He has a stand, or something."
"Then suppose you head for there," suggested Mr. Blackford to Mollie. She nodded.
They saw a crowd of people in the square in front of the court house. In their midst stood a man on a raised platform—a platform gay with flags. His strident voice could be heard extoling the merits of his wares. The auto came nearer. The vendor's face could be plainly seen.
"There he is!" cried the farmer. "That's the man who swindled me!" He stood up in
