"He wants a drink," said Dorothy; "lead him to a good place, Thomas, please."
He helped her to dismount, and then led the pony to a shady spot where he could drink, and enjoy the cool, clear water.
Dorothy at once commenced to gather some of the lovely wild flowers that grew near the water's edge, but farther up the stream.
"These are different from any that I've ever found here," she thought.
Her hands were nearly filled with the lovely blossoms, and she was reaching out to grasp an especially pretty one, when a strangely familiar voice, just behind her, said:
"I think I see some one I've often seen before!"
Dorothy turned, and a little cry of surprise and pleasure escaped her lips.
There were Mrs. Barnet and dear little Flossie coming toward her, while very near her was the owner of the voice, Flossie's handsome, merry-hearted Uncle Harry! Just behind him was his lovely young wife, and the baby in charge of a maid.
"Oh, I am glad, so glad to see you!" cried Dorothy. "And Flossie Barnet, did you know you were coming up here, when I said 'good-by' to you and Molly Merton at Merrivale?"
"I didn't know surely, but I almost knew," Flossie admitted, "but Uncle Harry said, 'Don't tell 'til you know,' and I didn't truly know until after you were gone."