Lavendar's easy old buggy and the open
air. They stopped a minute on the bridge to look at the creek swollen
by spring rains; it was tugging and tearing at the branches that
dipped into it, and heaping up rocking lines of yellow froth along the
banks.
"In summer that's a fine place to wade," Dr. Lavendar observed. David
glanced up at him and then down at the water in silence.
"Well, Goliath! at this rate Jonas could beat us," said Dr. Lavendar,
and smacked a rein down on the shaggy old back. David looked around at
Mr. Pryor with sudden interest.
"Is your name Goliath?" he asked.
Lloyd Pryor was greatly amused. "I hope you haven't such a thing as a
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.
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