"To drive? Heavens, Collie, no! They've neither of them been in
harness."
"I was just imagining," said Collie.
"Of course!" exclaimed Louise, laughing. "I understand. Why, I must be
late. There's the train for the north just leaving the station. I
expected to be there in case the Marshalls did come to-day. But they
said they'd telegraph."
"I can see three folks on the platform," said Collie. "One is the
agent; see his cap shine? Then there's a man and a woman."
"If it's Anne, she'll never forgive me. She's so--formal about things.
It can't be the Marshalls, though."
"We can ride," suggested Collie. And the two ponies leaped forward. A
little trail of dust followed them across the valley.
At the station Louise found her guests, young Dr. Marshall and his wife;
also the telegram announcing the day they would arrive.
"I'm sorry," began Louise; but the Marshalls silenced her with hearty
"Oh, pshaws!" and "No matters!" with an incidental hug from Anne.
"Why, you have changed so, Anne!" exclaimed Louise. "What _have_ you
been doing? You used to be so terribly formal, and now you're actually
hugging me in public!"
"The 'public' has just departed, Miss Lacharme, with your pony, I
believe.
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