Grace was helping train a prairie-rose.
"Don't know what you mean, Robin."
"Just what I say. These strong-minded cows ought to form a
Mutual-Improvement, Cows' Rights Society. I've thought of a good
name," added Robert, with a twinkle in his eye: "Princesses of the
Crooked Horn."
"Now, Robin, what do you mean? Tell, this minute," cried Grace, dropping her ball of twine, and blushing.
The boy whistled.
"Tell me, Robin, have you heard something?"
"I've heard something, yes."
"What have you heard?"
"Shan't tell. Reckon you've heard of the Ruby Seal!"
"That'll do, Robin," said Grace, suddenly looking down to watch an ant with threadlike limbs dragging off a cold shoulder of fly.