"Do I wait for Mr. Evringham?" he asked, without turning his head in its
stiff collar.

"No, Mr. Evringham remained in town."

"Is there a trunk?" pursued Zeke immovably.

"How about your trunk, little one?" asked the doctor.

Jewel produced a paper check. "A man gave grandpa this for it at the
boat place."

"I'll see to having it sent up then." The doctor looked along the
platform. "It didn't come this trip." He took the child's hand in his.
"I shall see you again before long. Good-by."

Jewel looked after his retreating figure with some regret. Her present
companion seemed carved out of wood. His plum-colored livery fitted
without a wrinkle. His smooth, solemn face appeared incapable of speech.

The swift horse trotted through the village street at a great pace, and
the visitor enjoyed the novel experience so intensely that she could not
forbear stealing a look up at the driver's face.

He caught it. "Ain't afraid, are you?" he asked.

She looked doubtful. "Is it error for the horse to go so fast?" she
returned.

"Error?"'Zekiel regarded the child curiously. "Well, I guess it's