"Yes, of course we can; it's a very short and very pleasant walk," returned Elsie, with prompt cheerfulness. "So Gracie dear, you ride the pony."
"Thank you both," said Grace, "but I really prefer to walk, as I have had very little exercise to-day."
"There, you silly little pony, see what a mistake you made!" cried Ned gleefully, as he mounted his steed.
"Well, little master, didn't you make a mistake, too?" the pony seemed to ask.
"Oh, Brother Max, I know it's you, so only good fun," laughed Ned. "Good-bye all. I'll get home first and tell papa and mamma you are coming, Gracie and Elsie."
With the last words, he galloped down the avenue, leaving Max and his sisters standing on the veranda looking after him.
"Doesn't he ride well?" exclaimed Grace, in a tone that spoke much sisterly pride and affection. The others gave a hearty assent, Max adding, "He is a dear little, bright little chap. I am decidedly proud of my only brother."
"As I am of my little one; but still more so of my older one," said Lucilla. "But I must go back to my remaining guests. Good-bye, my two dear sisters. I shall expect and hope to see you both over here every day."
"It is very likely you will see us here at least that often," laughed Grace, "and we will expect an honest return of each and every visit."