"Just let Loupe take you up to that little gate, will you?
I'll see if we can leave the horses here.
Sam!--take this fellow!" Preston jumped down from the saddle and went into the house, to the front yard of which the little gate opened.

Daisy looked after him.

It was a yard full of grass and weeds, among which a few poppies and hollyhocks and balsams grew straggling up where they could.

Nothing kept them out of the path but the foot-tread of the people that went over it; hoe and rake were never known there Since the walk was first made.

The house was a little, low, red-front house, with one small window on each side the door.
"All right!" said Preston, coming back.