"And wheels?" asked Benny interestedly. "Will there be any old wheels?"
"Yes, maybe," assented Violet. "But cups, Benny! Think of drinking milk out of a cup again!"
"Oh, yes," said Benny, politely. But it was clear that his mind was centered on wheels rather than cups.
The exploring party started slowly down the rusty track, with the dog hopping happily on three legs. The fourth paw, nicely bandaged with Jess' handkerchief, he held up out of harm's way.
"I think this is a spur track," said Jess. "They built it in here so they could load wood on the cars, and then when they had cut all the wood they didn't need the track any more."
This explanation seemed very likely, for here and there were stumps of trees and decaying chips. Violet took note of these chips, and remembered them some days later. In fact, both girls kept their eyes open, and pointed out things of interest to each other.
"Remember these logs, Violet, if we should ever need any," said Jess pointing.
"Blackberry blossoms!" returned Violet briefly, turning one over gently with her foot.
"Big flat stones!" remarked Jess, later on, as they came upon a great heap of them.
Here the track came out into the open sunshine, and broken pieces of rail showed clearly where it had joined the main track at some time in the past. And here from the top of the wooded hill the children could plainly see the city in the valley. They walked along the track, picking out a church steeple here and there, forgetting for a moment the object of their search.