“I reckon you’ll find him at home.”
“Where is that, please?”
“Next to the last house down the street, after you have turned to your left, first turn.”
“It is strange that he is not here to meet us,” observed Tom, turning away.
“Perhaps he is one of the independent kind that has to be asked,” suggested Nora.
“So are we,” interjected Stacy.
“Why doesn’t some one go fetch him?” demanded Emma.
“Tom will do so after we get the ponies out,” answered Grace.
“No, you folks take care of the ponies and leave Mr. Coville to me,” urged Stacy. “I know how to handle these wild westerners.”
“After we have taken the animals out,” nodded Tom.