"Don't break up the party!"
"All right, Indiana."
It was not a merry circus party, as far as the younger members were concerned, but the others were lively, and failed to see anything strange in their behaviour. Indiana asked someone to dare her to jump down in the ring, and ride better than the lady equestrian, but they all wisely refrained from doing so. Glen sat in the center of the wagon and tinkled his mandolin faithfully, for the amusement of the party. They dropped him at his own gate, to which they drove, singing hilariously, Kitty bringing up the rear in a buggy with Jim Tuttle.
"Hello, neighbor Stillwater!" called a voice from one of the farm-house windows.
"It's father," said Glen.
"Hello, Masters!"
"Is this what you call 'rest and quiet?'"
"Well, I don't believe in too much of a good thing; good-night."
"Good-night; good luck to you all."
"Merrily we roll along," sang Mrs. Bunker.