"Don't let that scare you. It's the signal that we've crossed the city limits. They always toot when we cross the line. I don't, 'cause I hate to blow a horn, and anyway, there's noise enough without me."
"I should say there was!" said Delight, for the boys were still tooting now and then, and there was gay laughter and shouting.
"Haven't you ever been on a straw-ride before?" asked Ethel Frost, who sat the other side of Delight.
"No, I never have. I've always lived in the city."
"Stuck-up!" thought Ethel, but she said nothing. It was a peculiar but deep-seated notion among the Rockwell children, that any one from the city would look down on them and their simple pleasures, and they foolishly, but none the less strongly resented it.
And so, poor Delight had unwittingly said the worst thing she could say by way of her own introduction.
"Do you like the city best?" said Harry Frost, who sat opposite the girls.
"I don't know yet," said Delight, honestly; "it's all so different here."
This was not helping matters, and Harry only said "Huh!" and turned to talk to King.
Ethel, too, seemed uninterested in the city girl, and as Marjorie felt herself, in a way, responsible for the little stranger, she spoke up, loyally: