I will send it over to them later," said Grace smilingly, as she wheeled her pony and trotted back towards camp.
"What a sight! Think of living as those people do," reflected Elfreda.
"Perhaps they are just as happy as we are.

But those poor puny children! I am sorry for them, and when I think of my daughter, Yvonne, and that healthy young animal, Lindy, your adopted daughter, I feel like crying." "Don't! Your eyes do not look nice when, they are red.

By the way, those two kiddies, despite what the mother says, do not look at all well.

Did you observe how red their faces were and how listless they appeared ?" Grace said she did.

She wondered, too, what the other daughter was like.
Her wonder in this direction was gratified before she had been back from her brief journey twenty minutes.