"I say, Mollie, do it again," he pleaded, while the other three boys
hastened to demand their share of the reward.
But Mollie had caught Grace about the waist and they were engaged in
what might be called a cross between a Virginia reel and an Indian war
dance.
When they were forced to stop from sheer lack of breath, the volcanic
Mollie flung herself upon the steps, and beamed upon them.
"And that's not all," Will said, and glanced instinctively toward his
sister.
Grace started, and leaned forward beseechingly.
"Will?" she breathed.
"Yes," he continued, answering her unspoken question, "we found Beauty."
The girl's eyes opened wide at this new disclosure, and Grace grasped
her brother's arm imploringly.
"Oh, Will, where?"
"He was found by one of the farmers near the town. Looked as though he'd
broken away from whoever'd had him. The farmer saw he was a
thoroughbred, and guessed at once that he had been stolen. Luckily for
us he was an honest man."
"Darling old Beauty," murmured Grace, tearfully. "Oh, wait till dad
hears!"
"I guess he'll get a welcome, all right," Will agreed gleefully.
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