“Twenty-two miles!” sighed Grace, as they set out.  “Oh, dear!”

But they were not destined to walk all the way.  About five miles from town they saw a big touring car approaching, and as it neared them they beheld Will Ford and his chum Frank in it.

“Hurray!” cried Grace’s brother.

“Welcome to our city!” added Frank.  “Get in and we’ll take you home in style.”

“Oh, you boys!” cried Betty, but she and the others got in.  Off they started, all of them seemingly talking at once, and in a short time they arrived at Deepdale.  They attracted considerable attention as they passed through the town in the car Will and Frank had hired to honor the members of the Camping and Tramping Club.

“But it rather spoiled our record, I think,” said Betty.  “We were to walk all the way.”

“Oh, we walked enough,” declared Grace.  “I did, anyhow,” and she glanced at her shoes.

“But it was fun!” exclaimed Amy.

“Glorious!” cried Mollie.

A little later the four tourists were warmly welcomed at their respective homes, later meeting for a general jollification at Mollie’s house.

“Oh, you dears!” cried Betty, trying to caress the twins, Paul and Dodo, both at once.  “And we saw the dearest little lost girl.  Shall I tell you about her?”

“Dive us tum tandy fust,” said Dodo, fastening her big eyes on Grace.  “Us ’ikes tandy—­don’t us, Paul?”

“Us do,” was the gurgling answer, and Grace brought out her confections.

And, now that the four girls are safely at home again, we will take leave of them.