“Peggy, we can make room for you in front,” said Dr. Carter.
But Peggy had no idea of missing that walk down the hill with the boys and their Uncle Joe. “I’d rather walk,” she said.
“Jump in, Peggy,” said her mother, “you must be very tired.”
“I’m not a bit tired, truly I’m not, mother. I’ve been so tied down all day picking berries, I’m just crazy for a run.”
“Let the young colt have a scamper,” said Dr. Carter; “it will do her good.”
As Peggy danced along down the hillside, she thought how fortunate Diana was to have a father and an uncle and two brothers. She raced down the hill with Christopher while Tom and his uncle followed at their heels.
“There, I have beaten you, Christopher,” said Peggy, breathlessly, as she sank down on a rock at the bottom of the hill.
“I could have beaten you if I had tried,” said Christopher.
“Then why didn’t you?”
“Well, I thought, as you were a girl and younger, I’d let you get a start, and I expected to pass you.”