s just like a
carriage or cart, except that it has no wheels.

It took Russ and Laddie longer than they thought it would to make the
Indian carriage for Margy. But at last it was finished, and there,
dragging behind Russ's pony, were the two long poles, and a bag was tied
between them for Margy to sit on.

"All aboard!" cried Laddie, when it was finished.

"Hey! This isn't a ship! You don't say all aboard!" exclaimed Russ.

"What do you say?"

"Well, you say get in, or something like that. Not 'all aboard!' That's
only for boats or maybe trains."

"Well, get in, Margy," said Laddie. "Russ will ride ahead and pull you,
and I'll ride behind, just as if I was another Indian. That's what we'll
play--Indian!" he said.

"All right," agreed Russ.

"Oh, this is fun!" exclaimed Margy, when she was seated in the Indian
carriage and Russ's pony was pulling her about the field. "I like it."

[Illustration: MARGY WAS HAVING A NICE RIDE.]

Indeed she was having a nice ride, though it was rather bumpy when the
dragging poles went over stones or holes in the ground. But Margy did
not mind that, for the bag seat in which she was cuddled was nice and
soft.

Once one of the poles, which were fastened to the pony with pieces of
clothesline, came loose, and the pony walked around dragging only one,
so that Margy was spilled out. But the grass was soft, and she only
laughed at the accident.

Russ tied the pole back again, and then he and Laddie rode around the
field, Margy being dragged after them, just as, in the olden days, the
real Indians used to give their squaws and papooses a ride from one part
of the country to another.

"I guess the ponies are tired now," said Laddie, as he noticed his
walking rather slowly. "Maybe we'd better give them a rest."

"I guess so," agreed Russ. "We'll let 'em rest in the shade of the
tree."

So they rode their ponies into the shade and left them standing there,
the boys themselves running around in the grass, to "stretch their
legs," as their father used to call it.

"Margy's asleep," said Russ, as he got down from his pony and saw that
his little sister's eyes were closed, as she lay cuddled up in the bag
between the two trailing poles. "We'll let her sleep while we play tag."

And so Margy slept in the Indian carriage, while Russ and Laddie raced
about the big field. Then they forgot all about Margy, for they heard
Rose calling to them:

"Russ! Laddie! Do you want some of my pie