Any one can drive them.”

“Yes, but I don’t know the way.”

“Yes, ma’m. Where would you like to go, ma’m?”

“To Daneshead Castle.”

The bright-cheeked maid opened her round eyes wider and looked at Cassandra with new interest. “But, ma’m, — that is quite far, though the ponies are smart, too.”

“How far is it?”

“It’s quite a bit away from here, ma’m; you’d have to start at two or thereabouts. I could take you myself if mother would let me, and tell you all the interesting places, but” — the girl looked at her shrewdly, a quickly withdrawn glance —