"Roger will put you on the train at Mayville and Mrs. Jackson will meet you at the station at Buffalo."
"All we'll have to do will be to sit still?"
"Between the parting with Roger and the meeting with Mrs. Jackson. Exactly," returned Mrs. Morton, smiling.
"Are we equal to it?" Ethel Brown demanded of Ethel Blue in the quizzical way that made her so much like Roger.
"We are," returned Ethel Blue promptly, and the two girls marched about the room, their arms over each other's shoulders, with the back-step that they delighted in—one, two, three steps forward, and the fourth step back.
"One, two, three, back; one, two, three, back," they chanted.
"Why this hilarity?" questioned Roger from the threshold.
"We are going to the Falls, the Falls, the Falls,
We are going to the Falls in the morning,"
chanted the prospective travellers.
"You are!" ejaculated Roger. "When? How? Are we all going?"
"Not you. Only the two best-behaved members of the family are invited," declared Ethel Brown.