Cassy had heard of this wonderful Shetland pony, Eleanor’s dearest possession, and she drew a long breath of pleasure. She would dearly have liked to drive behind him herself, and as if reading her thought, Eleanor said: “We will go for a little drive this afternoon, you and Jerry and Rock and I. You will not have to go till the late train, I know.”
Cassy bestowed a beaming smile upon her.
“I don’t believe Miss Morning-Glory will want to come,” she said with conviction.
By the time they had reached the gate, Mrs. Law and Eleanor’s mother had gone in and it was evidently settled that the visitors were to remain till after lunch.
“And please say you will not go till the late train,” Eleanor begged Mrs. Law. “We’ve got so much to do.”
“And it will not keep till another time, I suppose,” returned Mrs. Law.
“Your Aunt Dora promised to come over this afternoon; she wants to see Mrs. Law, and I think we can persuade these friends to stay,” said Eleanor’s mother.
“You will stay, won’t you, mother?” begged both Cassy and Jerry. “Please,” added Rock and Eleanor. And Mrs. Dallas smiling, repeated, “Please.” So Mrs. Law declared herself more than persuaded, and that matter was settled.
“Which shall we do first, go over to May Garland’s or to drive?” Eleanor asked Cassy.
“I think you’d better take your drive first,” suggested her mother. “The days are so short and you’d best be near home when it gets dark.”