Miss Stone smiled again and drew her to her. "I will look to-day, Betty,
when we drive--"

The child nodded--"Yes, they will bob then. I can see them--even with
my eyes not shut, I can see them bob--Please, Constance--" She turned to
the stiff maid who had come in--"I want my grey coat and red-cherry hat.
We're going to drive--in the sun."

The maid brought the garments and put them on with careful touch, tying
the strings under the lifted chin.

The child nodded to her gaily. "Good-bye, Constance--we're going for a
drive--a long drive--we shall go and go and go--Come, Miss Stone." She
took the quiet hand, and danced a little, and held it close to her--down
the long staircase and through the wide hall--and out to the sunshine
and the street.

James, from his box, looked up, and the reins tightened in the big
hands. The horses pranced and clicked their hoofs and stood still; and
James, leaning a respectful ear, touched his hat-brim, and they were
off, the harnesses glinting and the little red cherries bobbing in the
sun.




X

FOR A LONG DRIVE