I must take these lettahs." "All right," said Rob, wheeling the gray horse around beside the black pony, and smiling broadly as he looked down into the Little Colonel's welcoming eyes.

"You don't know how good it feels to get back to the country again, Lloyd.

I could hardly wait for school to close, when I'd think about the fish waiting for me out here in the creek, and the wild strawberries getting ripe, and the horses just spoiling to be exercised.
It was more than I could stand.

What have you been doing all winter ?" "Oh, the same old things: school and music lessons, and good times in the evenin' with mothah and papa Jack and grandfathah." As they jogged along, side by side, the Little Colonel chatting gaily of all that had happened since their last meeting, Rob kept casting curious glances at her.

"What have you been doing to yourself, Lloyd Sherman ?" he demanded, finally.