"They come from Colonel Van Dyne's place at the Landing."
"'Way down there!" exclaimed Janice, in wonder. "Why, it's farther than Middletown. That's where I took the boat to get here?"
"I guess so, Miss Janice."
"But—but the boats aren't running," she cried, in amazement. "And these flowers are so fresh."
"My boat is running," and Haley laughed. "I brought them up for you yesterday afternoon. Got in just before it began to snow hard."
"Mr. Haley! The lake is frozen solidly!"
"Sure," he laughed. "But my boat sails on the ice. Didn't you hear that I had built the Fly-by-Night? It's an ice boat—and it's a dandy! I hope to take you out in it——"
"An ice boat?" cried Janice. "Oh! you can—you shall! You can take me to the Landing. There is a telegraph office there, isn't there?"
"Why—why——Yes! At the railroad station," the young man admitted, rather amazed.
Janice stepped up to him, with the pasteboard box of flowers in her arms, and her eyes shining in expectation.