- hind him. They didn't catch Peanut till the very
bottom.
"That was easy," he said. "I'm like the old geezer on Moosilauke—got a sixth sense in the soles of my feet. Besides, if you get off the path, you bump into a tree, which knocks you back in."
The brightly lighted windows of the Crawford House were open, and the sound of the orchestra was floating out. Many people were walking up and down on the veranda. They were all dressed elaborately, many of the men in evening clothes. The little party of five boys and a man, in flannel shirts and khaki, attracted much attention as they entered the lobby of the hotel.
"Gee," Art whispered, "think of coming to the mountains for a vacation, and having to doll all up in your best rags! That's not my idea of fun."
"It's my idea of the ultimate zero in sport," laughed Rob.
Peanut had at once found the post-card stand, and was offering Art a "pretty picture for Pinkie" as the latter came up.
"All right!" Art laughed. "I'll send it!"
But he wouldn't let anybody else see what he wrote.
The others all sent cards home, and, not to be outdone by Art, they sent cards also to the girls they had met in Lost River. Peanut found a
