"Yes, me, because my dress was so yellow. I was just as afraid of the
cow as I could be."

"Good cow! _He_ wouldn't hurt!"

"No, the cow was good, and didn't think I was a pumpkin, not the least
speck. But I was so afraid, that I crept under the bars, and ran home."

"To grandma's house?"

"Yes; and grandma laughed."

"Well, where was me?" was the next question, after a pause.

Then, when the duty of story-telling was performed, Susy would gladly
have gone back to "climbing the dream-tree;" but no, she must still
listen to Dotty, though she answered her questions in an absent-minded
way, like a person "hunting for a forgotten dream."

One morning she was going to ride with her cousin Percy. It had been
some time since she had seen Wings, except in the stable, where she
visited him every day.

But Dotty had set her heart on a rag-baby which Susy had promised to
dress, and Prudy was anxious that Susy should play several games of
checkers with her.

"O, dear," said the eldest sister, with the perplexed air of a mother
who has disobedient little ones to manage. "I think I have about as much