“We must all go this morning and call upon them,” said Mr. Dinsmore.

“We’ll divide our forces,” said Cal, laughing.  “Suppose grandpa, mother and Aunt Enna, go first to the Oaks; and we younger ones to Ion?”

“Very well,” replied the old gentleman, “I shall spend an hour with my son, then ride over to see Elsie and her little flock.  How many of you young folks want to go to Ion in the first division?”

“I!” “And I!” “And I!” cried one and another.

“But you can’t go all at once,” returned their grandfather, looking around upon them with an amused smile; “the carriage is roomy, but really you are too many for it.  Besides wouldn’t there be some danger of overwhelming your cousins?”

“Well, I’m going, let who will stay at home,” observed Molly Percival with cool decision.  “The boys can ride, I mean Cal, and Art, and Dick and Wal; they all have ponies and the two carriages will hold the rest of us if we crowd a little.”

“I’m not going to be bothered with Bob or Betty,” said her mother; “they may go with you, or wait till another time.”

“Then they’ll wait,” remarked Isadore Conly, “for I shall wear my best silk suit, and I have no notion of having it tumbled.”

“Last year’s suit is quite good enough for the occasion,” said her mother, “they’re only cousins.”

“But rich ones, that can afford to dress, and I’ll not go a step if I have to look shabby.”

“Nor I,” chimed in her sister.  “So mamma you may as well resign yourself to the situation.  It’s no good finding fault or objecting,” she added with a laugh.

“Take your own way, then,” returned her mother indifferently, “but remember there’ll be no more new dresses this season.”

“Dear me, why aren’t we as rich as the Travillas?” pouted Isadore.  “I do think things are very unequally divided in this world.”

“Never mind; the wheel of fortune often takes a turn,” said her mother.  “You may have money left you some day (some of your father’s relations are still rich), and you may make a grand match.”

“How long will it take you girls to don your finery?” ask Cal, pulling out his watch.  “We’d better start as soon as we can:  the sun will be getting hot.”

“I’m done,” said Molly, jumping up, “and I’ll be ready by the time the carriage can be brought to the door.  Come Isa and Virgy, you’ve eaten enough.  Cousin Elsie will be sure to treat us to something good.”  And she ran gayly from the room.

Molly, just turned thirteen, and already as tall as her mother, was a bright, lively girl, full of fun and frolic.  She was not a beauty, but had a clear complexion and fine dark eyes, and good humor and intelligence lent a charm to her face that made it more than ordinarily attractive.

Dick had always been fond of her, and was beginning to take a brotherly pride in her good looks and intellectual gifts.

Enna’s feelings toward her were divided between motherly pride and affection on the one hand, and on the other the dread of being made to appear old by the side of so tall a daughter; a dread that made her jealous of Dick also.