"We're all ready for you. I'm going to take you
over in this rig, and I've got another wagon for your trunks and
stuff. Have a good journey?"
"Good! Bah! A smash-up!" growled Mr. Sneed. "But we might have
expected it--starting out on track thirteen."
"Yah! But ve are all right now, alretty yet!" laughed Mr. Switzer.
Ruth, Alice and the others looked about them with interest. It was a
typical country landscape--a little valley nestling amid the green
hills.
"Oh, I know I'm going to like it here," murmured Ruth. "It is so
restful!"
"Restful! Yes! I should say it was!" exclaimed Pearl Pennington, as
she bent a stick of chewing gum, preparatory to enjoying it. "I know
what I'll do, all right!"
"What, dear?" asked her friend Laura Dixon, with lazy interest.
"What'll you do?"
"I'll be going back to little old New York in about a week. This
place has got on my nerves already. Ugh! Isn't it quiet!"
It certainly was, after the departure of the train. There was none of
the various noises of New York. Even the horses seemed ready to go
to sleep as they stood lazily at the shafts or poles of the vehicles
they drew.
"Come on!" cried Sandy, hospitably. "It's quite a little drive out to
our farm, and I know your folks must be tired and hungry."
"Hungry! That's no name for it!" voiced Miss Dixon.
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