'Of course, come along. Perhaps Nancy might come too; she'd like to see it.'
'If she goes, Naomi might as well go too; it's absurd to have a magic-lantern for three people,' said Sarah.
Mrs Clay said no more, but put on the cloak her maid brought her, and sat there smiling, in what Sarah considered rather an aggravating way, till the large motor which was to take them all to the barn drove up to the door.
Two minutes brought them to the barn-door.
'Why, there's a band!' cried Horatia; 'or is it a gramophone?'
The door flew open as if by magic when they appeared, and even Sarah gave a cry of admiration as Horatia, clapping her hands, exclaimed, 'Why, it's a rink!—a lovely rink!'
'It is,' said Sarah, and said no more.
'It's better than a magic-lantern, isn't it, my dear?' inquired Mrs Clay with a happy smile.
'Oh Mr. Clay, you are good!' cried Horatia, as she laid her little hand in his huge, rough one.
The millionaire held it for a moment as he said, 'That's all right. You're more than welcome, my little lass. Now, let's see you play this new-fangled game.'