“Ralph, or Hugh?” Bab guessed.
“Neither one this time!” Ruth declared. “But now I must fly back. If you wish to know what is going on, hurry along.”
On the hotel driveway Bab first discovered Mr. Winthrop Latham with Aunt Sallie and Eunice. Eunice had her hand in her uncle’s. They had grown to be great friends.
A little farther on Barbara spied Ruth, Mollie and Grace. Near them stood a stable boy. He was leading a beautiful little horse about by the bridle. It was Beauty.
Barbara looked around for Dorothy or Gwendolin Morton. However, neither of the girls could be seen.
“Here comes Bab,” called Mollie.
But Barbara had already run up to Beauty.
“O girls, I believe she knows me!” Bab exclaimed in delight. The little horse neighed as Bab stroked its glossy neck. It put its pretty nose down near her hand and sniffed. Beauty plainly expected a lump of sugar as a reward for her morning call.
“How did you happen to bring the horse over?” Bab asked of the stable boy.
“The master said I was to put the horse in the hotel stables until it could be shipped,” the boy explained.