'I will go in the waggon, and Ally may have my donkey,' said Harry, who was always ready to do a good-natured thing. Mrs. Lawley at first said No; but Harry was so anxious that Alice should ride that she agreed that Harry Walton should drive the waggon; so the pad was changed for a side saddle, and Alice and the rest of the boys mounted, all except little Toby, who was to go in the waggon. Before they had time to start, Willie Dale began to cry. There was a thing for a boy to do! One would have thought him a little baby in arms. 'Holla! what's the matter?' asked his papa. 'I don't like it,' blubbered Willie; he moves about so.' Well, do you expect to get to the wood by standing still?' said Mr. Dale. 'I'd rather get off,' said Willie, 'I'm frightened.' Then get into the waggon with the girls, you little coward!' and Willie got off the donkey. May I ride, Harry?' asked little Toby of his brother. You know I am not afraid if he won't kick very much. Do you think I can?' 'You must ask Mr. Lawley,' said Harry. Mr. Lawley said Yes, and Toby was lifted on to Willie's donkey; so there were six boys and Alice on the donkeys, and all the little girls, and Mr. and Mrs. Lawley, and Mr. and Mrs. Dale, for Mrs. Lawley said she could not take charge of twelve children all by herself, and Harry and Willie in the waggon. So they all started with a great deal of talking, and a great deal of noise and laughing, and with little Toby sitting very close to his saddle, and looking very grave, for fear he should fall off. And while they are starting I will finish telling you all the children's names, for we have been too much taken up with some of them to think about the rest. There was Louisa Lisle. There is a smart name, and she was a very smart little lady also, with a hat with a sky-blue feather in it, and a silk frock and a parasol. Mrs. Lawley thought she was too finely dressed for a pic-nic; for if there should come a shower of rain, Louisa would be sorry that she had not put on something less grand. Then there were two Browns-Sarah, who was about eight years old, and Sam, who was nine. Sam was a boy with a fat face, and he looked very sleepy. He looked as if he was going to sleep on his donkey; but perhaps it was only his look. These were all the children who went-twelve of them. Do you think you will be able to remember which is which? CHAPTER II. GOING TO THE WOODS. H the fun they had going to Cheveleigh would start at the same time; some stood still, some backed; the donkey on whose back Horace was kicked up his heels, and sent Horace flying off him, and sprawling on the lawn. Everybody laughed then, and Horace the loudest. Alice's donkey did nothing but shake his head, and run on a little way and stop, and shake his head again; and so Tom Jackson called out 'That he would make him go.' Directly Tom Jackson touched Alice's donkey with his stick, out flew the donkey's heels; just the same when he or Bob went near little Toby's donkey. Poor little Toby was quite frightened; when his donkey kicked, he clung tighter than ever to the mane ; and his little short legs went up in the air, and he jumped up such a way from the pad that I wonder he was not off. This seemed to amuse Master Bob and Master Tom very much, for although everybody else was frightened for the child, they only laughed, and called him a little booby,' which was very rude. In the waggon, none of the hampers would sit still. They jumped about, and knocked up against everybody in the most ridiculous manner, so that there was nothing but fun and laughing. But a joke is a joke you know; and when jokes are carried too far, they become very unpleasant. All at once, Harry Walton said, when they were about half-way to the wood, 'It seems very odd that every time Bob or Tom Jackson goes near Toby's donkey he kicks. If you will take the reins for a moment, sir, I will get out and see what is the matter.' Mr. Lawley took the reins, and Harry jumped out, and ran after the donkeys. At that time, Bob Jackson's donkey was close to little Toby, and Bob was poking at him with a stick. Directly Harry went near, Bob put his stick down; but Harry ran to the other side of Bob's donkey, and caught the stick out of his hand. What do you think? There was a great pin put into the end of the stick; and Bob had been progging poor little Toby's donkey, and frightening the child on purpose. 'You nasty, cowardly bully!' said Harry Walton, breaking the stick in two pieces, and throwing it away to a distance, 'only let me find you again frightening my little brother, and I'll give you a lesson.' Bully yourself!' said Bob, trying to look very big; 'I'll teach you to call me names, I'll teach you to threaten me.' Teach me then,' said Harry, laying hold of Bob's rein, and stopping his donkey; 'get off and teach me.' But Bob did not feel inclined. He twisted the rein out of Harry's hand, and kicked his heels into the donkey's sides, so as to make him go on; and when he was out of reach of Harry, he turned round and made a hideous face, and said Yah!' Harry got back into the waggon, and after a little while they arrived at Cheveleigh Wood. Then the donkeys were all unsaddled, and their bridles taken off; and they were turned loose to eat the grass. Harry said, ' He did not envy the person that had to catch them, when |