along at his very best pace, for they were all frightened at
Rupert's sad plight, which was to rob their arrival of all the delight
they had pictured when they should drive up to their father's house and
personally announce to him the arrival of his family.
Don and Billykins trotted along the road by the side of Sylvia and
Rumple, all four walking to ease the load, so that the wagon might get
along faster. Ducky sat on the front seat, her small face pinched to a
wistful anxiety, while Nealie knelt at the back end of the wagon trying
to soothe Rupert, who lay on a mattress wildly declaring that he must
get up, because his mother and Aunt Judith were in trouble and calling
out to him for help.
"Will dear Father be able to cure Rupert quick?" asked the little girl,
leaning forward to let her voice reach Sylvia, who walked on one side of
the horse while Rumple walked on the other.
Sylvia held up her hand with a warning gesture. "Sit up, Ducky darling,
or you will be tumbling off your perch, and we do not want any more
disasters this trip if we can help it," she said, adding: "Of course
Father will be able to make Rupert well. The poor, dear boy is only
running a temperature, you know, and the shaking of the wagon aggravates
it."
"Then it will only walk when we get home?" asked Ducky wistfully, with a
scared backward glance over her shoulder as Rupert burst into a wild
peal of laughter, and told Nealie that he had taken an engagement as a
circus rider.
"What will only walk when we get home?" asked Rumple, who had noticed
the noise Rupert was making, and was anxious to distract the attention
of Ducky if he could.
"Why, the temperature, of course. Didn't Sylvia say that it was running
now?" enquired Ducky innocently, and then was highly indignant with
Sylvia and Rumple because they burst into a peal of laughter.
"What is the joke?" demanded Don, arriving alongside in a rather
breathless condition, for he had been investigating a cross track, and
then had to hurry to catch up the wagon.
But by this time they were grave again, and, truth to tell, a little
ashamed of having laughed so much when Rupert was so ill. Then Ducky had
to be pacified, for, frightened by the nonsense her eldest brother was
talking, she had begun to cry, until Sylvia hit on the grand idea of
making her the postilion, and, helping her to scramble on to the back of
Rockefeller, let her sit there in state, pretending to drive, while the
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