rd to her. She didn't
hardly know what to say, at first, till the girl kissed her again.

"I am Katherine Kimberly," says she. "We live just above the park. Where
is this?"

"This is just above the park too," says Bonnie Bell--"on the boulevard.
This is Mr. John William Wright's place," says she, "and I'm Miss
Wright. Can I serve some tea to you?" So she calls William.

When William brings in the tea them two set up and begun to talk right
sociable. This here Kimberly girl she rubbed her head once in a while,
but she wasn't hurt much along of having so much hair to fall on her
head with. The tea fixed her all right.

"I hit my coco a jolt!" says she. "Gee! I was going some. I'll never
ride that long-legged old giraffe again; he's nothing but a dog after
all--not that I'm afraid, but I don't like him," says she. "Do you
ride?"

"Would you like to come and see my horses?" says Bonnie Bell. "If you
like horses----"

"Do I like them? I'm crazy over them! Can you ride?"

"Oh, some," says Bonnie Bell. "Curly says I can."

"Curly?" And she looks at me.

"He's our foreman," says Bonnie Bell. "Talk to him if you want to know
about riding--he's a rider."

"I was once, ma'am," says I, "but not no more. I wouldn't get on a mean
horse now for a thousand dollars. I'm scared of horses, ma'am; but she
ain't"--meaning Bonnie Bell. "She still thinks she can ride any of 'em."

"Yes," says Bonnie Bell; "and, as far as that goes, if I could get you
to come with me I would always ride a horse and not go in a car or
boat."

"Boat?" says Miss Kimberly. "Oh, of course you have 'em too."

"Come down," says Bonnie Bell, "and you and I can look at my horses and
boat and things. After that I'll take you home."

"Oh, may I go?" says this Katherine girl. "You see, I suppose I must get
home before they tell mommah."

Well, she hadn't more than got out on our porch than she knew in a
minute where she was. This was where she showed she was a lady born and
a good girl too. She never let on beyond that first look--she seen she
had been brought into the house of us can-nyes. This was the house with
the wall, where nobody of the Row ever went.

"How lovely it is!" says she. "Do you know you have the nicest place on
this whole street? It's tasteful. I like this little sunken garden--it's
a dear! And see how the ivy grows on the wall! And over there's the
boathouse. May I see your things?"

Now what she said last wasn't any bluff. It was