“Mamma sent her love and hopes you will be well enough to come over for a day next week. It must be desperately dull here for a little thing like you.” “I'm thirteen and a half, though I do look small,” cried Rose, forgetting her shyness in indignation at this insult to her newly acquired teens. “Beg pardon, ma'am; never should have guessed it.” And Charlie went off with a laugh, glad to have struck a spark out of his meek cousin. Geordie and Will came together, two sturdy eleven and twelve year olders, and, fixing their round blue eyes on Rose, fired off a question apiece, as if it was a shooting match and she the target. “Did you bring your monkey?” “No; he is dead.” “Are you going to have a boat?” “I hope not.” Here the two, with a right-about-face movement, abruptly marched away, and little Jamie demanded with childish frankness, “Did you bring me anything nice?” “Yes, lots of candy,” answered Rose, whereupon Jamie ascended into her lap with a sounding kiss and the announcement that he liked her very much. This proceeding rather startled Rose, for the other lads looked and laughed, and in her confusion she said hastily to the young usurper, “Did you see the circus go by?” “When? Where?” cried all the boys in great excitement at once. “Just before you came. At least I thought it was a circus, for I saw a red and black sort of cart and ever so many little ponies, and--” She got no farther, for a general shout made her pause suddenly, as Archie explained the joke by saying in the middle of his laugh, “It was our new dog-cart and the Shetland ponies. You'll never hear the last of your circus, cousin.” “But there were so many, and they went so fast, and the cart was so very red,” began Rose, trying to explain her mistake. “Come and see them all!” cried the Prince. And before she knew what was happening, she was borne away to the barn and tumultuously introduced to three shaggy ponies and the gay new dog-cart. She had never visited these regions before, and had her doubts as to the propriety of her being there now, but when she suggested that “Auntie might not like it,” there was a general cry of, “She told us to amuse you, and we can do it ever so much better out here than poking round in the house.” “I'm afraid I shall get cold without my sacque,” began Rose, who wanted to stay, but felt rather out of her element. “No, you won't! We'll fix you,” cried the lads, as one clapped his cap on her head, another tied a rough jacket round her neck by the sleeves, a third neatly smothered her in a carriage blanket, and a fourth threw open the door of the old barouche that stood there, saying with a flourish, “Step in, ma'am, and make yourself comfortable while we show you some fun.” So Rose sat in state enjoying herself very much, for the lads proceeded to dance a Highland Fling with a spirit and skill that made her clap her hands and laugh as she had not done for weeks.