Max, you may ride along-side." "I 'spect I know where we're going," remarked Grace gleefully, and with an arch smile up into her father's face, as she noticed the direction they were taking on turning out of the avenue into the high-road.
"Do you ?" he said.

"Well, wait a little, and you will find out how good a guess you have made." "To Woodburn, papa ?" queried Lulu eagerly.
"Have patience, and you will see presently," he answered with a smile.
"Mamma Vi, do you know ?" she asked.
"It is your father's secret," said Violet.

"I should not presume to tell you when he declines doing so." "We shall know in a very few minutes, Lu," said Evelyn: "it is only a short drive to Woodburn." "I was thinking about that name," said Grace.

"Papa, why do they call it Woodburn?
There's woods,--do they burn them sometimes?
They don't look as if they'd ever been burned." "I don't think they have," he said, "except such parts of them as dry twigs and fallen branches, that could be picked up from the ground, or now and then a tree that it was thought best to cut down, or that fell of itself.

But you know, there is a pretty little brook running across the estate, and in Scotland such a stream is called a burn; so, having a wood and a burn, Woodburn is a very appropriate name." "Yes, papa, I think it is, and a pretty name too.