inquiries.

"Say, mister, is dis a park?" asked one boy, as he saw the well-kept
drive.

"No, this is the place where you are going to stay," Dick replied.

"Can we get out an' walk?" asked another, and this seemed to strike a
popular chord, for that request became general. The matron nodded an
assent and the children jumped out of the stage, some boys going by way
of the windows.

"You can drive on and tell them we are coming," said Dick to the driver.

"Oh, I guess they'll know it fast enough," responded the man, with a
grin. "You can hear them kids a mile."

Which was true enough, for the boys and girls were fairly yelling in
pure delight. Dick and the matron walked on behind the crowd, the
millionaire's son watching with interest the antics of the waifs.

"Johnny! Johnny!" yelled a slip of a girl to her bigger brother. "Come
right off the grass this minute! Do youse want a cop to put you out? He
don't know no better, mister," she said, turning to Dick. "He didn't
mean nothin'. Johnny, do you hear me? Come off that grass right away, or
the man will have youse arrested."

"No, no! Nothing of the sort!" exclaimed Dick, with a laugh. "You can
eat the grass if you want to. Do just as you please. There isn't a
policeman within twenty miles."

Then there was a mad rush over the big lawn that led up to Sunnyside.
The children yelled, laughed, shouted, and fairly tumbled over each
other in the very joy of being in the country. Pale cheeks reddened as
the little lungs breathed in the pure, fresh air, dull eyes lighted up
with pleasure, and little hands trembled with eagerness as they plucked
buttercups, dandelions and daisies that grew on the far edges of the
lawns.

"Wow!" yelled one lad. "Wow! I've got to do somethin' or I'll bust!"

And that is the way most of them felt it seemed, for they raced, ran,
jumped and tumbled like children just let out after being kept in after
school.

And such a supper as Mrs. Foster had provided for the waifs! Their eyes
bulged as they came to the table that was fairly groaning under the
weight of good things.

"Now," called Dick, when they sat down, "let me see how you can eat."

"They do not need any coaxing," replied the matron, and Dick soon saw
that she was right.

That was only the beginning of a happy two weeks for the youngsters.
They fairly went wild on the farm, for it had a hundred delights for
them, from watching the cows being milked, to hunting for eggs in the