“Well, here we are!” Mr. Duwell sang out, as they drove up in front of the door. “What does the Duwell family say to a ride this pleasant afternoon?”
“What a grand surprise!” called Mrs. Duwell, who was now standing on the top step.
“I am going to get an apple for the horse,” cried Wallace, and away he ran. In a moment he returned.
“How does that taste, old fellow?” he asked, rubbing the horse’s soft nose as he munched the apple.
“He isn’t really hungry,” said Mr. Duwell. “He had his dinner just before we left the livery stable, and the stable man gave me a bag of grain for his supper; but I guess he doesn’t often get apples.”
It didn’t take long to eat lunch that day, the family were so excited.
“Where are we going, father?” asked Wallace.
“Just into the country,” said Mr. Duwell. “It has been so long since we have seen the green fields that I thought a trip would do us all good.”
Soon they left the city streets behind, and came to a beautiful country road, along which they drove for several miles.
“Oh, see that funny-looking house!” exclaimed Ruth suddenly. “It looks like a cage!”