"He's got the mail, he's got the mail," she cried, and in two seconds there wasn't a child in the stable.
"Stop a bit, little fellow," said Mr. Macdonald to me. "I want to give you the once-over."
However, I was so impatient that he kindly let me go, after a preliminary canter only over my points.
I always loved to see the mail come in. The big leather bag was handed to Mrs. Devering, who sat on the veranda and opened it with as much ceremony as if it had been a Christmas parcel. There were always surprises in it, for the Deverings had many kind friends and relatives, many of whom thought they were banished in this attractive place.
To-day the mail was unusually heavy. So many letters and such nice books and magazines came tumbling out, and among them was a fat little package for Dallas.
He took it so joyfully, dear lad, and opened it speedily, not knowing that its sweet contents were to bring him much sorrow.
CHAPTER XIX CASSOWARY LOSES HER TEMPER ONCE
John and Margie had sent him six chocolate eggs stuffed with cream.