all last spring. It is summer now. Tish is talking again offlowering hedgerows and country lanes, but Aggie and I do not care forthe country, and the mere sight of a donkey gives me a chill.
Yesterday evening, on our way to prayer meeting, we heard a great noiseof horns coming and stopped to see a four-in-hand go by. A younggentleman was driving, with a pretty girl beside him. As we lined up atthe curb he turned smiling from the girl and he caught our eyes.
He started, and then, bowing low, he saluted us from the box.