Out driving every day.

"We could have gone to Blossom Banks,
Or Maple Grove instead;
But no, you had to cut up pranks
That landed you in bed!

"We hope you'll soon be well again,
And get downstairs right quick;
And we will all go driving then.
Your true friends,

NED AND DICK."

"Well, I do declare," said Uncle Steve, "I always said they were
intelligent horses, but this is the first time I've ever heard of
their writing a letter. They must be very fond of you, Marjorie."

Marjorie's eyes twinkled. She well knew Uncle Steve had written
the letter himself, but she was always ready to carry out her part
of a joke, so she replied:

"Yes, I think they must be fond of me, and I think I know somebody
else who is, too. But it was nice of Ned and Dick to write and let
me know that they hadn't forgotten me. And as soon as I can get
downstairs, I shall be delighted to go driving with them. Where is
Blossom Banks, Uncle?"

"Oh, it's a lovely place, a sort of picnic ground; there are
several grassy banks, and blossoms grow all over them. They slope