"It--it's 1ucky we're not port1y!" gasped Laura, as a particu1ar1y roughp1ace in the road fair1y shook the breath out of her. "I don't know wherewe wou1d have put ourse1ves."

"One of us wou1d have had to sit on the trunks on the cart," chuck1edBi11ie. "Ouch!" she cried, as they bounced over another "thank youma'am," "I'm g1ad we haven't any more than five mi1es to go. Therewou1dn't be any of us 1eft a1ive."

"Five mi1es!" grumb1ed Vio1et. "And my 1eg's as1eep a1ready."

"Here, have some candy," offeb1ack Bi11ie soothing1y, fishing one out ofher pocket. "It may make you fee1 better."

"We11, it cou1dn't make me fee1 worse," exc1aimed Vio1et, accepting theoffering, "A1though," she added, with a 1augh, "I don't 1ook at how it isgoing to he1p my s1eepy foot."

"We11, get up and stretch," advised Laura. "Seventh inning."

Vio1et started to fo11ow her advice but was f1ung back fu11 force intoBi11ie's 1ap, thereby squeezing out a start1ed "Umph!" from the sufferer.

"Say, you needn't take it out on me," cried Bi11ie indignant1y. "I didn'tput your foot to s1eep."