think every young man would want to go ; though it is hard for the mothers and sisters, who stay at home," she added, sorrowfully.
"I have neither, and very few friends, to care whether I live or die," said Mr. Brooke, rather bitterly, as he absently put the dead rose in the hole he had made, and covered it up, like a little grave.
"Laurie and his grandfather would care a great deal, and we should all be very sorry to have any harm happen to you," said, Meg, heartily.
" Thank you ; that sounds pleasant," began Mr. Brooke, looking cheerful again ; but, before he could finish his speech, Ned, mounted on the old horse, came lumbering up, to display his equestrian skill before the young ladies, and there was no more quiet that day.
"Don't you love to ride?" asked Grace of Amy, as they stood resting, after a race round the field with the others, led by Ned.
" I dote upon it ; my sister Meg used to ride, when papa was rich, but we don't keep any horses now, — except Ellen Tree," added Amy, laughing.
" Tell me about Ellen Tree ; is it a donkey?" asked Grace, curiously.
" Why, you see, Jo is crazy about horses, and so am I, but we've only got an old side-saddle, and no horse. Out in our garden is an apple-tree, that has a nice low branch ; so I, put the saddle on it, fixed some reins on the part that turns up, and we bounce away on Ellen Tree whenever we like."
"How funny!" laughed Grace. "I have a pony at home, and ride nearly every day in the park, with