"Oh," cried Sally, "and I'm ten years old, too. Would Henrietta like to come over the wall now? There's a gate farther along."
"Henrietta despises gates. But does your invitation include her brother? I'm Fox Sanderson and I was on my way to see your father."
"Father isn't at home to-day," said Sally; "and, if you could come over, too—"
At that, Fox Sanderson put his hands on the top of the wall and vaulted lightly over. He turned to help Henrietta.
"Now," he said, when she was safely on the right side, "here we all are. What'll we do?"
Henrietta had her brother's hand. "Fox tells lovely stories," she remarked.
"Does he?" asked Sally. "What about?"
"About any kind of a thing that you ask him," answered Henrietta.
"About sauruses?" Sally asked eagerly, turning to him.
"All right," he agreed, smiling; "about sauruses. But I'm afraid it's just a little too cold for you youngsters to sit still and listen to stories. I'll have to keep you moving a bit."