"It's a little carriage," and Ben rolled in the grass, much tickled at
poor Betty's ignorance.
"Of course it is. I looked it out in the dic., and you mustn't call it
a _payton_ though it _is_ spelt with a p," added Bab, who liked to lay
down the law on all occasions, and did not mention that she had looked
vainly among the f's till a school-mate set her right.
"You can't tell _me_ much about carriages. But what I want to know is
where Lita will stay?" said Ben.
"Oh, she's to be up at the Squire's, till things are fixed, and you are
to bring her down. Squire came and told Ma all about it, and said you
were a boy to be trusted, for he had tried you."
Ben made no answer, but secretly thanked his stars that he had not
proved himself untrustworthy by running away, and so missing all this
fun.
"Wont it be fine to have the house open all the time? We can run over
and see the pictures and books whenever we like. I know we can, Miss
Celia is so kind," began Betty, who cared for these things more than
for screaming peacocks and comical donkeys.
"Not unless you are invited," answered their mother, locking the front
door behind her.
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