Now, as all unprescient she watched the group, she thought again they
were gone. But no! Fairy-foot was a handful, even for so capital a whip
as Briscoe. He obviously considered that the boy would be more secure
stowed on the floor of the vehicle, half under the soft rug, and braced
by the firm foot planted on either side against the dash-board.
"How considerate!" the watching mother thought with a glow of gratitude,
noting the caution.
Suddenly the groom leaped aside; the splendid mare sprang forward; there
was a whirl of wheels, a whorl of rays as the gleaming spokes caught the
sunshine, and they were gone indeed!
"Oh!" cried Mrs. Royston, her eyes bright and soft with tenderness, "what
a delight for Archie! He fairly adores to go with Ned. He owes it to you
this time. You always took little things so much to heart."
"And great ones, too, to my sorrow," he said.
Her face changed. She was trembling once more on the brink of tears. She
looked up at him with earnest appeal. "I wish, Julian, that we could
forget the past.
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