en't," she replied teasingly, "but I can't say as much for you!"
And she laughed at her grandfather's bald head.

"Such a girl! Such a girl!" exclaimed Grandfather proudly; "now I
suppose I'll have to get your trunk and take you home and stand your
teasing the rest of the summer!" And in mock dismay he went for the
trunk the baggage man had tossed off the train.

That was the beginning of more fun for Mary Jane. First there was the
house and farm which must be shown to Alice just as carefully as though
she had never seen it before. Then there were all the jolly things
that Alice thought of to do--Alice was always thinking up something to
do, it seemed. She fixed up a saddle for the lamb and taught Mary Jane
to ride. She tied tiny bells on the rabbits so they could be more
easily found. She helped Mary Jane take the ducks down to the creek at
the end of the pasture and turn them into the water. Mary Jane thought
it perfectly wonderful that they should know how to swim--"just as
though they had taken regular lessons, Grandfather," she said as she
told him about it afterwards. And Alice learned how to make
bread--with Mary Jane helping to turn the crank of the bread mixer so
she wouldn't feel left out.

On the third day of Alice's visit Frances Westland came over to play
and the three little girls went out into the front yard and wondered
what they would do.

"I wish we had doll houses here like we have at home," said Mary Jane.
"I know Frances would like to play with doll houses."

"But you haven't any here," said Frances practically.

"Maybe we can get some," said Alice thoughtfully; "we ought to be able
to find something to make a doll house out of. Let's hunt."

"Where'll we hunt?" asked Mary Jane.

"Let me see," said Alice. She looked around the yard but saw nothing
that interested her. She looked across the road to Grandmother's lot
and saw all the grasses and brush that flourished there.

"We ought to be able to find something over there," she said; "let's
hunt."

So the three little girls scrambled over the fence and roamed through
the lot. The lamb was used to a good deal of petting and he supposed,
of course, that was what they had come for. So he poked himself into
their way at every step.

"No, sir," said Alice, laughing; "we didn't come to play with you
to-day! You run along, sir!" She rubbed her hand over his back to
push him away and something rough and pricky scratched her. She