for occasional picnic-parties bad offended against nature as they have a way of doing, and the scanty grass was littered with paper and empty cracker-*boxes and an occasional bottle or tin. Ned viewed the scene disgustedly.
"Funny what human hogs some folks are," he growled, kicking an empty olive-bottle over the edge of the cliff. He paused until, after an appreciable interval, the distant tinkling sound of breaking glass met his ears. "It's enough to make you sick. Folks who can't stand a speck of dust on their automobile will get out and eat their lunch and leave the place looking like a pigsty. Ought to be brought back and made to eat every scrap of the mess they leave behind them."
"Right-o," agreed Bob, "but I don't believe these folks were automobilists, Ned. It's a long way up here from the road."
"Doesn't matter," said Ned, "whether they came in a car or walked; they're hogs just the same."
"Well, let's sit down and get our breaths," said Polly, suiting action to words. "That's a
