Richie's brother too!"
As the horses came to a standstill, Dr. Lavendar was in quite a
flutter of eagerness. But when the very little boy clambered out, the
old minister only shook hands with him, man fashion, with no
particular display of interest.
"I'm glad to see you, David. I am Dr. Lavendar." Then he turned to say
"How do you do?" to Mr. Pryor. "Why, look here," he added in a
cheerful after-thought, "I'm going up your way; get out and come along
in my buggy. Hey! Danny! Stop your snarling. The scoundrel's temper is
getting bad in his old age. Those snails Jonas drives can't keep up
with my trotter."
"But you have one passenger already," Mr. Pryor protested. "I'll just
go on up in the stage, thank you."
"Oh," Dr. Lavendar said, "David's bundle is the biggest part of him,
isn't it, David? We'll leave it with Van Horn and get it as we come
back. Come along, Mr. Pryor. There, David, tuck yourself down in
front; Danny can tag behind." There was a moment's hesitation, and
then Mr. Pryor did as he was bid. Dr. Lavendar climbed in himself and
off they jogged, while Jonas remarked to Van Horn that the old
gentleman wasn't just the one to talk about snails, as he looked at
it. But Mr. Pryor, watching the April sunshine chased over the hills
by warm cloud shadows and bursting into joy again on the low meadows,
reflected that he had done well for himself in exchanging the dark
cavern of the stage for Dr.
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