The Meadow-Brook Girls in the Hills; Or, The Missing Pilot of the White

"I hear that Janus Grubb is going to take a passel of gals on a tramp over the hills," observed the postmaster, helping himself to a cracker from the grocer's barrel. "Gals?" questioned the storekeeper. "Yes. There's a lot of mail here for the parties, mostly postals. Can't make much out of the postals, but some of the letters I can read through the envelopes by holding them against the window." "Lemme have a look," urged the grocer eagerly. "Not by a hatful. I'm an officer of the government. The secrets of the government must be guarded, I tell ye. There's six of them--" "You don't say! Six letters?" interrupted the grocer.