He had the grace to raise his hat to the party as they passed them by, and anon they were out of the park, and on a well-worn road. Here the sound of wheels greeted them, and a donkey and cart came driving up--Dick Gregory charioteer, and a girl of about Inna's age seated in the bed of the cart behind him. "Why, little friend," cried the boy, recognising Inna, "this is a happy meeting!" and down he sprang, and seized her hand with a boyish grip. "How d'ye do, Willett?" this to Oscar, who returned the salutation. "Now you must be introduced to Trapper. Here, Trapper," said Dick, turning to the donkey-cart. "Don't be silly, Dick," cried the pretty little maiden. "You know I'm not Trapper: at least, only to you, who call me Gin and then Trap and Trapper. My name is Jenny;" and down she sprang to Inna's side. "And I am Inna." "Yes; Dick has told me your name." "And how is your kitten?" Inna liked the pretty, free, fair-haired, fair-faced girl. "Oh, first-rate, thank you, isn't she, Dick?" said she, appealing to her brother, who was just settling with Oscar. "Oh yes! We'll just manage a morning of it in the woods; you can show your cousin Black Hole another time. Isn't what?" he questioned of his sister. "Isn't Snowdrop first-rate?" "Rather," returned he, with a nod at Inna, which made her blush and laugh. "I'm glad she's well. And so you call her Snowdrop?" "Yes; and what do you think of our donkey? We call him Rameses: that's Dick's choice of a name." "He's a beautiful creature," returned Inna, stroking the animal's wise old head. "Yes," replied Dick, "I'm a lover of old names, so I thought I'd go back to the Pharaohs. Not a bad idea, was it? though no compliment, I daresay, to the old fogies." "No," laughed Oscar; "but never mind about compliments for dead and gone fogies." "And what of the fogies of this generation?" inquired ready Dick. "The same--never mind." "But come, we must make hay while the sun shines. In with you, you two girls, into the cart," said Dick, which they did, Jenny helping Inna. Then up sprang the charioteer, Oscar beside him; crack went the whip, and off they drove like the wind. That nutting expedition was like a fairy dream to London-reared Inna; the lads showed her a squirrel or two, a dormouse not yet gone to its winter snooze, in its mossy bed-chamber. A snake wriggled past them, which made her shudder; frogs and toads leaped here and there in dark places. Then, oh, the whir and whisper of the autumn wind among the trees! the lights and shadows! Oh, for the magic hand of her artist father to make them hers for ever in a picture for her bedroom! But the delight of a morning's nutting must come to an end--so did theirs; the sandwiches demolished--share and share, as Oscar put it--they bethought themselves of dinner and the road leading thereto, so once more they were on their backward way, and parting company.