a good view. The brown horse trotted with a will, and in a minute more
they had passed up the driveway and paused beneath the _porte-cochere_.

Mrs. Forbes threw open the door and stood unsmiling.

"Where is Mr. Evringham?" she asked, addressing her son.

"Stayed in town."

The housekeeper stepped forward and helped down the little girl, who had
risen and was looking brightly expectant.

"How do you do, Julia," she said. "Did you come out alone on the cars?"

"No. Dr. Ballard came with me."

"Oh, that was the way of it. Zeke, hitch up the brougham. The ladies are
going out to lunch."

"Why didn't they let me know?" grumbled Zeke. "Could have hitched up the
brougham just as well in the first place."

"Don't ask _me_," returned his mother acidly. "Where is your bag, Julia?
I hope you haven't left it in the train?"

"No, I didn't have any. I used mother's. She knew I'd have my trunk
to-night."

"Then come in and I'll show you where your room is."