"Well, well! What a lucky man I am!" he cried. "Three fine young ladies
all out for a ride with me. Are you ready?"

"All ready!" cried the merry chorus, "but where are we going?"

"Now _that's_ my secret," Uncle John said, with a laugh, "but I will
say that some business took me to a very charming place this morning,
and I thought I'd like company on the way. I trust you're willing to
go?"

"Oh, yes, yes!" cried three laughing voices.

"Then we'll start at once," said Uncle John, as if he had been waiting
in order to be re-assured.

Over the road they flew, talking and laughing gaily.

"Rose, do you know where we're going?" Polly asked.

"Oh, her Uncle John would tell her," said Sprite.

"He _didn't_" declared Rose, then; "_did_ you, Uncle John?" she cried.

"I certainly did not tell Rose," he said, "and after another half hour
has passed, you three little friends must commence to look about you,
and see if you see anything that looks at all familiar."

"Tell us when the half hour is up," said Polly, "and we'll begin
looking."