"I guess the ponies are tired now," said Laddie, as he noticed his walking rather slowly. "Maybe we'd better give them a rest."
"I guess so," agreed Russ. "We'll let 'em rest in the shade of the tree."
So they rode their ponies into the shade and left them standing there, the boys themselves running around in the grass, to "stretch their legs," as their father used to call it.
"Margy's asleep," said Russ, as he got down from his pony and saw that his little sister's eyes were closed, as she lay cuddled up in the bag between the two trailing poles. "We'll let her sleep while we play tag."
And so Margy slept in the Indian carriage, while Russ and Laddie raced about the big field. Then they forgot all about Margy, for they heard Rose calling to them:
"Russ! Laddie! Do you want some of my pie? I baked it all myself in Bill Johnson's oven!"
"Oh, her pie is done!" cried Laddie.
"Come on! Let's get some!" added Russ.
Then the two boys, forgetting all about Margy sleeping in the Indian carriage, ran out of the field, leaving the ponies behind them, and leaving their little sister also.
"Is it a real pie?" asked Russ, as he reached the ranch house, in front of which stood Rose.