Carol sprang up and kissed her mother impulsively. “_You_ go without, Mummie?” she exclaimed indignantly. “Well, I just guess not! If Peter and I need more ‘iddication,’ as Pat used to call it, then we’ll earn the money ourselves.”
The mother smiled into the earnest brown eyes. She had so wanted Carol and Peter to have the advantages of higher education, but how proud she was of them for bearing their disappointment so bravely.
“Mummie,” Carol was saying, “the twins are waiting for me without. Have you an errand that we can do for you?”
“Yes, dear,” the mother replied. “Your father left a bundle of legal papers on the desk in his study and you are to take them to Mr. Dartmoor’s, and your father told me to tell you to give them to the old gentleman himself, as they are _very_ important.”
“Then it shall be done!” Carol replied brightly, kissing her mother and skipping away.
A moment later she appeared on the front path.
“Dorothy! David!” she called. “Where are you?” and then, as the two scrambled down from a tree, she explained, “I have an errand to do for Father, and, if you wish to go with me, I’ll run you a race.”
“I’ll beat you both!” David cried lustily when they were out on the highway, which led toward Little Bear Lake.
“Not while your twin Dorothy has such long spider-legs,” Carol laughingly replied, and then, away they ran down the country road which was bordered with goldenrod and purple asters. As Carol had prophesied, Dorothy easily won the race, then, being quite out of breath, they continued their way at a slower pace.
Half a mile beyond, they could see what appeared to be a dense wood, but which, in reality, was a beautiful estate, where, in the midst of fine old trees, stood the castle-like home of their father’s richest client, Mr. Dartmoor.
Soon Carol and the two children passed under an imposing archway, and walked along the circling drive. On either side of wide stone steps, lions crouched, as though about to spring upon the unwelcome visitor.
“You tiny tads stay here,” Carol said softly, “while I go inside and call upon the ogre.”
“Oh Carol,” Dorothy whispered, her eyes wide with sudden fear, “is Mr. Dartmoor _really_ an ogre?”
“No, of course not!” the big sister laughingly replied. “I’ve never seen him, but I’ll tell you all about him when I come out.”