"Oh, it was Will. He---- "
"Did he 'fess up' about the chocolates?" inquired Mollie.
"No, but he's going to treat us to a three-pound box. I 'phoned down
for them. They'll be here soon, and you girls can enjoy them while I'm
gone."
"Gone!" echoed Betty, blankly. "Where are you going, pray tell?"
"Oh, Will forgot to do something father told him to, and he wants me
to do it for him. Get some rather important papers from Grandmother
Ford. I'm going to ride Prince. I wish you all could come. Will you be
angry if I run away for a little while? I shan't be more than an
hour."
"Angry? Of course not," said Amy, gently. "Besides, it's important;
isn't it?"
"I imagine so, from what Will said. But he has the baseball fever, and
there's no cure for it. So if you don't mind I'll just slip into my
habit, and canter over. Oh, I just love Prince! He's the finest
horse!"
"I'm afraid of horses," confessed Amy.
"I'm not!" declared Betty, who was fond of all sports, and who had
fully earned her title of "Little Captain," which she was often
called. "Some day I'm going to prevail on daddy to get me one.
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