Perhaps he thought the
blanket kept the heat out in summer and the cold in winter.
"Get along now, ponies!" cried Uncle Frank, and the little horses
began to trot along the road that wound over the prairies like a
dusty ribbon amid the green grass.
On the way to Ring Rosy Ranch Uncle Frank had many questions to ask,
some of the children and some of Mr. and Mrs. Martin. Together they
laughed about the things that had happened when they were all snowed
in.
"Tell Uncle Frank of Trouble's trying to hide Nicknack away so we
wouldn't leave him behind," suggested Mrs. Martin.
"Ha! Ha! That was pretty good!" exclaimed the ranchman when Ted and
Janet, by turns, had told of Trouble's being found asleep in the goat
-wagon. "Well, it's too bad you couldn't bring Nicknack with you. He'd
like it out on the ranch, I'm sure, but it would be too long a
journey for him. You'll have rides enough--never fear!"
"Pony rides?" asked Teddy.
"Pony rides in plenty!" laughed Uncle Frank. "We'll soon be there
now, and you can see the ranch from the top of the next hill."
The prairies were what are called "rolling" lard. That is there were
many little hills and hollows, and the country seemed to be like the
rolling waves of the ocean, if they had suddenly been made still.
Sometimes the wagon, drawn by the two little horses, would be down
in a hollow, and again it would be on top of a mound-like hill from
which a good view could be had.
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