Cross country with horse and hound . arts, spider phaetons and buck-boards, friends, neighbours, tenant-farmers, visitors, villagers,and a dozen families or more, with their guests, who havemoved into the valley for the hunting season. Having welcomed the guests who have come to thehouse, the Master, some little time before eleven, hurries outfor a word with any who are unable or disinclined toleave their mounts or carriages. The first one to greet himis Daisy Mulford, mounted on her half-bred pony. MissDaisy lives some seven miles away. ** Oh, Miss Daisy, says the Master, affably, pleasedto s
Cross country with horse and hound . arts, spider phaetons and buck-boards, friends, neighbours, tenant-farmers, visitors, villagers,and a dozen families or more, with their guests, who havemoved into the valley for the hunting season. Having welcomed the guests who have come to thehouse, the Master, some little time before eleven, hurries outfor a word with any who are unable or disinclined toleave their mounts or carriages. The first one to greet himis Daisy Mulford, mounted on her half-bred pony. MissDaisy lives some seven miles away. ** Oh, Miss Daisy, says the Master, affably, pleasedto see you out to-day ! How are your father and old pony looks keen as ever. Daisy, who has been going over and over again in hermind just how she shall say something she has meant tosay, summons up her courage, as the Master is about topass on, and ventures a query. When are you going to have a meet at our farm ? sheasks. * Well, I hardly know. Are there any foxes downthere .? We have had some capital runs from your 2h > It Q>^ c The Meet S^S Yes, answers Daisy; «* Mamma says she thinks thereare, because our hens have been going lately. Then, forfear the Master may think perhaps she is hinting for com-pensation, she hastens to add : ** We re not sure that anyfox has taken them. Papa says it s probably a skunk, orperhaps the Italians working in the gravel-pit near our farm. Give my compliments to your father and mother. MissDaisy, says the Master. I will send the huntsman overthere to look into the matter. Meantime you might rideyour pony about the coverts and see if you can locate anopen earth. If you cant we shall have to turn the packon the Italians. You shall be my whipper-in or the hunts-man, whichever you prefer! — with which the Masterlifts his hat and passes on. Mrs. W with her four-in-hand enjoys not even a taste of the pleasure that fills MissDaisys heart this day. Good morning, William, says the Master, next, to afarmers son on a long-tailed
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