and not in the saddle."

"That is what I should have done, I suppose," spoke Grace with a sigh.
"But my riding habit had no pocket large enough. Oh, dear! I'm afraid
it will be spoiled by the mud and rain," for she had left it at Mrs.
Carr's and had borrowed a dress to wear home in the carriage, a dress
that was rather incongruous in conjunction with her riding boots and
derby hat.

"It can be cleaned," consoled Mollie. "No, Paul, not another bit of
candy. Don't give him any, Grace. He'll be ill, and as I'll have to
look after him when mamma is away I don't want to have it any harder
than necessary."

"Me ikes tandy," remarked Paul. "Dodo ikes tandy too. Why not Dodo
come wif us?" His big eyes looked appealing at his sister, and her own
filled with tears, while those of Grace were not dry.

"Poor little Dodo," said Mollie. Then with a smile, and brushing away
her tears, she spoke more brightly, "but we must not be gloomy. I just
know she will be all right."

"I shall never cease praying that she will," spoke Grace, softly.

They were splashing home through the mud. The rain was still coming
down, but not so hard. The long, dry spell had broken, and it seemed
that a continued wet one had set in.

Grace was left at her house, where she found Amy and Betty ready to
sympathize with her. Her father was there also, and Will. Both looked