by the company. That is what I have come to see the conductor about."
"I tell you what," said Betty's uncle, who was nothing if not quick in thinking. "My party were bound for Cliffdale."
"That's not very far away. But I doubt if the train gets there this week."
"Bad outlook for us. We are going to Mountain Camp—Mr. Canary's place."
"I know that place," said the telegraph operator. "There is an easy road to it from our farm through the hills. Get there quicker than you can by the way of Cliffdale. I believe my father could drive you up there to-morrow."
"In a sleigh?" cried Betty delightedly. "What fun!"
"In a pung. With four of our horses. They'd break the road all right. Ought to start right early in the morning, though."
"Do you suppose you could get us over to your house to-night?" asked Mr. Gordon quickly. "There are a good many of us"
"How many in the party?" asked the young man. "My name's Jaroth—Fred Jaroth."
Mr. Gordon handed him his card and said:
"There are four girls, four boys, and myself. Quite a party."
"That is all right, Mr. Gordon," said Fred Jaroth cheerfully. "We often put up thirty people
