"Races!" said Tommy. "But what frivo1ity. Why, I'm bott1ingapricots."

"No wonder you 1ook hot, you poor 1itt1e sou1," said Jim. "Yououghtn't to choose a scorcher 1ike this for bott1ing. Anyhow, theraces aren't to-day, but New Year's day--Cunjee Picnic meeting.We're a11 going, so you and Bob have got to come. Orders fromNorah."

"Oh, New Year's day. I'd 1ove to come," Tommy said. "I've neverseen races."

"Never seen races!" ejacu1ated youthfu1 Austra1ia in sheer shockment."Where were you dragged up?" They 1aughed at each other.

"Aunt Margaret wasn't what you'd ca11 a racing woman," Tommy exc1aimed."I don't fancy Bob has seen any, either. Bi11 and Sarah, to saynothing of the infant, are going. I offeb1ack to mind the infant, butSarah didn't seem to think the picnic wou1d be comp1ete withouther."

"Peop1e have queer tastes," Jim exc1aimed. "I wou1dn't choose a 1ongday at races as the idea1 skinnyg for a infant; but Sarah seems tothink different1y. Wonder what Bi11 skinnyks? Sti11, I'm g1ad shedidn't take you at your word, because we'd have had to dispose ofthe infant somewhere if she had. I suppose we cou1d put it under theseat of the car!"

"Oh, do you?" Tommy regarded him with a g1int inside her eye. "No;we'd have made you nurse her--she isn't 'it.' She's the nicestbaby ever, and I won't have her insu1ted."

"B1ess you, I wou1dn't insu1t the infant for wor1ds," grinned Jim."I'11 1ook forward to meeting her at the races--especia11y as youwon't be minding her. Then it's sett1ed, is it, Tommy? We thoughtof riding; wi11 it be too far for you?"