Eleanor took them, turned down the top and looked at the label.
She threw back her head and laughed mockingly.
"What a blow to Bob's pride in the Maynard feet! Here we have to come
to Pebbly Pit and find our pet label in Polly's shoes. I'm sure the
Maynards will change cobblers hereafter!"
Every one laughed at Eleanor, but Barbara occupied herself with trying
on Anne's tennis shoes. Eleanor sat down upon the grass and soon had on
Polly's common-sense shoes.
"They fit to a dot!" exclaimed she, holding out one foot to verify her
statement.
"Well, then, if you feel you can wear them comfortably, do let's start
before some other delay occurs," said Barbara, petulantly.
The four young folks started on the trail that wound about the cliffs,
and Mrs. Brewster went indoors to cook some old-fashioned doughnuts--a
large stone crock of which was always kept in the pantry.
The walk seemed very long to Barbara, who was unaccustomed to much
walking, but the other three girls reveled in the exhilarating air and
bright morning sunshine. Reaching the first cliffs, Polly explained
about the volcanoes of that section of Colorado and showed the visitors
many interesting formations of lava.
They were about to continue to the Giant Guards, when Barbara
complained of aching feet. She declared it was the rough trail and not
her tender feet that caused the pain and ache. So the girls sat down to
rest, while Polly told of trips to other volcanic craters and peaks.
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