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Heller, Mr. Winthrop Latham, Reginald and several other prominent Lenox
residents.

Grace and Ruth were not allowed to remain with their friends; they were
immediately hurried off to the clubhouse, where they found eight other
girls waiting for them. The entrance of the ten girls, driving their
extraordinary steeds, was to be the great opening event of the Society
Circus.

At ten-thirty Mr. Winthrop Latham announced the first feature of their
entertainment.

A peal of laughter burst from hundreds of throats.

Marching from the clubhouse were ten pretty girls, "shooing" in front of
them ten varieties of barnyard fowls!

Dorothy Morton walked along in a stately fashion, led by an old gray
goose. Neither Miss Morton nor the goose seemed in the least degree
disturbed by the applause and laughter.

Ruth's turkey was not so amiable. It stopped several times in its
promenade from the clubhouse, to crane its long neck back at the driver.
The turkey's small eyes surveyed the scene about it with a look of
mingled suspicion and indignation. The old rooster, which regarded the
occasion as given in its honor, traveled in front of Grace at a lively
pace.

Within the inclosed field, just in front of the little stand, where the
Ambassador and his friends sat, two poles had been placed ten yards
apart. Across the meadow, about an eighth of a mile, were two other poles
of the same kind.

The girls were to try to persuade their curious steeds to run across the
field from the first posts to those opposite. There the drivers were
expected to turn their steeds and come safely back to the starting place.

Of the ten entrances Grace and her rooster made the best start. Ruth's
turkey refused to stir; he had found a fat worm on the ground in front of
him. His attention was riveted to that. Ruth flapped her blue silk reins
in vain.

But a peacock bore the turkey company. Seeing himself and his barnyard
acquaintances the center of so many eyes, Mr. Peacock was properly vain.
He spread his beautiful fan-shaped tail, and would not be driven from the
starting-place.

Dorothy Morton and her old gray goose continued their stately walk across
the meadow. Only once did the goose's dignity forsake it. Grace's
excitable rooster crossed its path! The rooster had made a short scurry
to the side, his driver trying to persuade him back to the straight path.
As the rooster hurried past the old gray goose, the latter stopped short,
gave an ind