sling with you, David?" he said.

The little boy grew very red, but made no reply.

"It's my horse's name," Dr. Lavendar told him, so kindly that David
did not hear the chuckle in his voice. But the color was hot in the
child's face for many minutes. He had nothing to say for the rest of
the pull up the hill, except briefly, "'Bye," when Mr. Pryor alighted
at the green gate of a foot-path that led up to the Stuffed Animal
House.

"I'm very much obliged for the lift, Dr. Lavendar," he said in his
coldly courteous voice, and turned quickly at an exclamation behind
him.

"Lloyd!"

"I've brought your brother home, Mrs. Richie," said Dr. Lavendar.

Helena Richie was standing inside the hedge, her face radiant.

"Oh, Lloyd!" she said again breathlessly.

Mr. Pryor laughed and shook hands with her in somewhat formal
greeting.

"Do you see my other passenger?" Dr. Lavendar called out. "He came
with your brother. David, suppose you shake hands with Mrs. Richie? I
generally take my hat off, David, when I shake hands with a lady."