boy does. Nobody but
God will ever know how much I wanted that pony I never got. And when I
grew older, I wanted a horse just as bad as I wanted a pony, and now the
time's come when I can have what I want. Some day we can get one of
these big machines, but right now this little buggy and this little mare
just suit me." And Sarah had acquiesced fully in these views.

"You can't love a big machine, but you can love a horse," she said. And
thereafter the horse and phaeton were the only mitigating circumstances
of her new life, for they enabled her to get away, for a few happy,
care-free hours, from the two-story brick and the two hateful servants.
She ate her dinner with a better appetite because of the promised ride.
Long before the hour appointed she was dressed and waiting with the
impatience of a child, and before they had gone a mile, she had caught
David's spirit of happiness, and was looking up into her husband's face
with a look her face used to wear before the curse of wealth came upon
her.

"Are we going to Millville?" she asked apprehensively.

"No," said David. "We're going in that direction, but we'll stop before
we get there." He understood why Sarah would not want to drive through
the village; it would seem like flaunting her new wealth in the faces of
her old neighbors. David's eyes sparkled, and his mouth kept curving
into a smile even though there was no occasion for smiling. Sarah felt
that she was on the verge of a pleasant surprise, and her eyes roved
here and there searching for the possible stopping-place. There were
pretty cottages at intervals along the road, and each one reminded her
of her lost home. On they went, around a sharp turn in the road, and
suddenly David drew rein in the shade of a huge tulip tree just in front
of a little country place. A new paling fence painted gray enclosed the
lot; the house was not a new one, but its coat of gray matched the
fence, and a fresh green roof crowned its walls. Sarah leaned forward,
her eyes alight with wonder.

"Why, Dave, it looks like our old cottage. It's exactly like it, only
it's had a new coat of paint. What are we stopping here for? Does
anybody live here?"

David was helping her out of the phaeton. His eyes were smiling, and the
corners of his mouth twitched.

"It does look considerably like our cottage," he said gravely. "That's
why I brought you out here. I thought you might enjoy lookin' at it." He
opened the gate, and they walked