sy as a rocking-horse after the stiff-jointed old
farm-horses that I am used to bouncing around on at home.

They were all ready to start, so we went galloping down to Judge Moore's
after Rob, and the five of us raced all over the valley till nearly
lunch-time. It was grand. The dust flew, and people ran to the windows
when we went by, as if we had been a circus.

We did have a sort of circus when we passed by Taylor's grove. A
Butchers' Union had come out from town for a big picnic, and they had a
brass band with them. It struck up a waltz just as we reached the grove,
and Joyce's pony, Calico, began turning around and around as if he had
lost his senses. Joyce screamed and threw her arms around his neck,
frightened almost to death until Rob called out that Calico was dancing,
and for her to hang on and see what he would do. What he did was to
stand on his hind legs and dump Joyce off into the middle of the road.

She sat there in the dust, too astonished to move, until Rob helped her
up, and then they both leaned against the fence to laugh at Calico's
antics. He was so funny. He kept up his performances until the music
stopped. Then he walked over to Rob and held up his fore foot to shake
hands, as if he wanted to be congratulated. The music of the band seemed
to have brought back all his old tricks to his memory. I didn't suppose
that Joyce would mount him again, but she did. Rob called to the men and
asked them please not to play again until we were out of hearing, and we
rode off.

JUNE 9th.

I don't believe that I could ever love Eugenia very dearly, because she
makes me feel uncomfortable so often. She has a way of looking down on
you that would rile anybody. But she is a fascinating sort of girl, when
she wants to be friendly and entertaining. We have been in her room all
morning, listening to her talk.

It must be grand to live in one of the biggest hotels in the world, and
see all the sights she sees. I imagine it is a sort of a palace. She
showed us the picture of her three best friends at school. It is in a
big silver locket set with sapphires, and hangs over a corner of her
mirror. We heard a great deal of them this morning. She seems to think
more of that Mollie and Fay and Kell than she does of her father.

It is funny that when you are with Eugenia you can't help feeling the
same way she does about what she's telling; that it is right to break
the rules and skip recitations and torment the te