ight hair, "we're goin' to ride
in a real wagon with real horses!"

"Don't speak so loud!" was the whispered answer of her companion. "It's
like a dream, an' maybe we'll wake up an' find it all gone."

The children, in spite of the fact that they came from the slums of New
York, were all neat and clean, for that was one of the requirements of
the committee that took charge of the fresh-air work. And, though their
manners might be considered a little rough, they did not intend them so.
It was due to the influence of their surroundings. Soon they had all
piled into the stage, and the driver from Sunnyside started the four
horses.

"Look, will yer! It's a regular tally-ho like de swells on Fif' Avenoo
drives!" exclaimed the boy who had called Dick the "rich guy."

The ride to the farm was one continuous series of exclamations of
delight from the boys and girls, who looked at the green fields on
either side of the country road, at the comfortable farmhouses they
passed, or at the range of mountains that towered off to the west.

"Look!" exclaimed one boy, who had kept tight hold of his sister's hand
from the time he got off the train. "See, Maggie, that's where the sun
goes to sleep. I never saw it before."

"Where?" asked the girl.

"Over there," and he pointed to the mountains behind which the golden
orb was sinking to rest.

"Yes, dear," spoke the matron, who had overheard what was said, "and in
the morning he'll get up and shine on the fields where you can run
around and get strong.

"He's a sickly child," the matron added in a whisper to Dick. "I'm
afraid he never will be strong. He has such queer fancies at times. His
mother is a widow and goes out washing. The sister stays home and takes
care of her little brother. It was a real charity that they could come,
and I'm sure the committee doesn't know how to thank you for your
generosity."

"Oh, pshaw! That's nothing," replied Dick, blushing like a girl at the
praise. "I ought to do something with my money. I'm glad I heard about
this fresh-air plan. I'll have some of the youngsters out next year
if----"

Then he stopped. He happened to think that if his investments did not
succeed he would not have much money to spend the next year, and,
besides, he might be living with his Uncle Ezra at Dankville.

But the matron did not notice his hesitation, for, at that moment, the
stage turned into the drive leading up to Sunnyside, and Dick was
besieged by several