"Yes, Pablo is bringing the horses." She led the way with a springing step and smiled without knowing just what made her happy.
"And the gull! Father thinks it really odd, that you should tame him and he should want to stay."
"And he can fly quite well. Just a bit of the wing droops down. Oh, here he is! We had such a time to find a name for him. And once Uncle Jason was up the coast of Norway and learned about the gods, and I liked the story of Balder so much, Balder the beautiful, and then I called him that. But Uncle Jason calls him Jim."
"Did your uncle come for the Golden Fleece?"
"I think they find it here, if anywhere," she returned, smiling. "Here, Balder," and she held out her hand.
He was not exactly graceful in his walk. But he came and put his head in his little mistress's hand.
She stroked his neck, "Pretty Balder," she said. "Did Pablo get you some fish?"
Balder glanced rather suspiciously at the newcomer. And just then Miss Holmes came down. After the first glance she remembered the young fellow, who explained a certain amount of curiosity had drawn him hither, and since they were ready for a ride he begged to accompany them.
"Oh," she said, "why didn't you bring the girls and we should have had quite a party."
"I am afraid if I had gone there first I should have missed you, they would have had so many plans. And this excursion has been in my mind some time. I wanted to see these remarkable pets."