at all -- and he supposed he could -- he
had understood that. Father was right
about it, too, for just when we -- that is,
mother and I -- were almost giving up,
the 'bus horses swung in the big gate
and came pounding up the drive be-
tween the Lombardy poplars, which
were out in their yellow-green spring
dress. They were a bay team with a
yellow harness which clinked splendidly
with bone rings, and the 'bus was as
yellow as a pumpkin, and shaped not
unlike one, so that I gave it my instant
approval. It was precisely the sort of
vehicle in which I would have chosen
to go away. So absorbed was I in it
that, though I must have kissed mother,
I have really no recollection of it; and
it was only when we were swinging out
of the gate, and I looked back and saw
her standing in the door watching us,
that a terrible pang came over me, so
that for one crazy moment I thought
I was going to jump out and run back
to her.

But I held on to father's hand and
turned my face away from home with
all the courage I could summon, and we
went on through the town and out