"Oh, I want to go," said Indiana.
"Let's stuff the big hay wagon full of straw and pillows," cried Mrs. Bunker. "It's full moon; we'll have a grand ride, eh, Ratio?"
Ratio looked visibly delighted.
"Well, you know what he said, 'Rest and quiet.'"
"Pa, you're forever quoting that old mummy," said Indiana. "He's like the ghost in Hamlet. It's settled; we'll go."
"Well, what's the matter, Kitty? Got anything on your mind?"
"No, sir; but Jim Tuttle's invited me to the circus, and I'd like to go, if the ladies don't object."
"Not at all, not at all," said Stillwater, with an amiable wave of his hand. Kitty left the orchard in high glee.
"She did well to ask you, instead of me, sly thing," said Mrs. Bunker. "That girl's too fond of pleasure."
"Now grandma—we were young ourselves, once."