stables, where Moses had already unharnessed the carriage team,
and put them in their stalls. Uncle Steve had a new saddle horse,
which came in for a large share of admiration, and the old horse,
Betsy, which Grandma Sherwood liked to drive herself, was also to
be greeted.

Marjorie loved all animals, but after cats, horses were her
favorites.

"Are there any ducks this year, Carter?" she inquired.

"Yes, Miss Midge, there is a duck-pond full of them; and you
haven't seen the new boathouse that was built last year for Master
Kingdon."

"No, but I want to see it; and oh, Carter, don't you think you
could teach me to row?"

"I'm sure of it, Miss Midge; but I hear your grandmother calling
you, and I think you'd better leave the boathouse to see to-
morrow."

"All right; I think so too, Carter." And Marjorie ran back to the
house, her broad-brimmed hat in one hand and her hair ribbon in
the other, while her curls were, indeed, in a tangled mop.




CHAPTER III