ay I would pile wood, gather potatoes, rake up after the
hay-wagon, or weed the garden. Then in the evening I often did my sums
or helped with the churning."

"Very good," said his mother. "Now in the country I speak of, you will
do none of these things."

"Hurrah!" cried Rollo.

"Be silent," said his mother. "You must not interrupt. Your Cousin
Stella's mother has written to me asking if you could not come to
them in the country to spend a week-end."

"Which end of the week should I spend?" asked Rollo.

"Both," said his mother. "Or rather, the end of one week and the
beginning of another, for you are to go on Friday and stay over Lord's
Day. Should you like to go?"

"Indeed, yes," said Rollo pleasantly.

"Very well, I shall speak to your father about it this evening, for we
must first have his consent."

"Oh, dear," said Rollo.

"I do not see why Rollo should be sent to the country when we have
just moved to the city," said Rollo's father when the expedition was
explained to him. "It seems very strange to me that city-folk with
magnificent palaces to live in should, at this time of year, seal up
their doors and windows and go to the expense of living in another
place."

"But there will be no expense in connection with this journey," said
Rollo's mother. "Cousin Stella is to send her automobile."

"Very well," said Rollo's father, "since you are all so set on Rollo's
going I will agree to it. And now I must go to bed, for I have had a
busy day at the grain-market. Good-night to all."

"Good-night," said Rollo's mother and Jonas, and Rollo added
"Good-_night_" more loudly than any.

You may be sure that little Rollo was up at day-dawn, his luncheon
ready in a box, his travelling satchel neatly packed. Presently the
largest automobile he had ever seen rolled up to the door, and to his
delight, there was his Cousin Stella sitting on the back seat.

"Shall I sit with you, or with the gentleman on the front seat?" asked
Rollo.

"With me," cried his Cousin Stella, laughing gaily. "Alley, Jong, a
Sootomtom."

"What was that you said?" questioned Rollo when the journey had
really begun.

"That was French," explained his cousin. "'Alley a Sootomtom' means
'Go to Southampton.' 'Jong' is French for John."

"Well, I declare!" cried Rollo. "Really Cousin, you amaze me. But tell
me, where are we, and whither are we going?"

"This is Long Island," said Stella, pointing to level fields which
bordered the hig