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Jess, the mare, had been sent, with her weather-worn cart, to Howgate, and had doubtless her own dim and placid meditations and confusions, on the absence of her master and Rab, and her unnatural freedom from the road and her cart. For some days Ailie did well. The wound healed "by the first intention;" for as James said, "Oor Ailie's skin's ower clean to beil."
Will let you know when I have word. Signed Howgate." "Oh, you'll get your authorization all right," Laura declared cheerily. "It's only a matter of form." Laura did not tell something she knew -to the effect that at her request Dr. Bentley had wired Mr. Howgate, urging that the permission be granted to the boys to race as a high school organization.
I looked out; and there, at the gate, in the dim morning for the sun was not up was Jess and the cart, a cloud of steam rising from the old mare. I did not see James; he was already at the door, and came up the stairs and met me. It was less than three hours since he left, and he must have posted out who knows how? to Howgate, full nine miles off, yoked Jess, and driven her astonished into town.
Had Solomon, in all his glory, been handing down the Queen of Sheba at his palace gate, he could not have done it more daintily, more tenderly, more like a gentleman, than did James the Howgate carrier, when he lifted down Ailie his wife. The contrast of his small, swarthy, weather-beaten, keen, worldly face to hers pale, subdued, and beautiful was something wonderful.
Jess, the mare, had been sent, with her weather-worn cart, to Howgate, and had doubtless her own dim and placid meditations and confusions, on the absence of her master and Rab, and her unnatural freedom from the road and her cart. For some days Ailie did well. The wound healed "by the first intention;" for as James said, "Our Ailie's skin's ower clean to beil."
I looked out; and there, at the gate, in the dim morning for the sun was not up was Jess and the cart a cloud of steam rising from the old mare. I did not see James; he was already at the door, and came up the stairs and met me. It was less than three hours since he left, and he must have posted out who knows how? to Howgate, full nine miles off; yoked Jess, and driven her astonished into town.
So will you do me the favor of asking your Mr. Howgate to telegraph his answer -collect -addressing it here?" That began to look like something that Prescott could understand. He called Dave over to him and told his chum what was being discussed. "Fine!" glowed Darrin. "Thank you, Mr. Wright." So Dick made the suggested addition to the letter.
I looked out; and there, at the gate, in the dim morning, for the sun was not up, was Jess and the cart, a cloud of steam rising from the old mare. I did not see James; he was already at the door, and came up the stairs and met me. It was less than three hours since he left, and he must have posted out who knows how? to Howgate, full nine miles off, yoked Jess, and driven her astonished into town.
Had Solomon, in all his glory, been handing down the Queen of Sheba at his palace gate, he could not have done it more daintily, more tenderly, more like a gentleman, than did James the Howgate carrier, when he lifted down Ailie his wife. The contrast of his small, swarthy, weather-beaten, keen, worldly face to hers pale, subdued, and beautiful was something wonderful.
Jess, the mare, had been sent, with her weather-worn cart, to Howgate, and had doubtless her own dim and placid meditations and confusions, on the absence of her master and Rab, and her unnatural freedom from the road and her cart. For some days Ailie did well. The wound healed "by the first intention"; for as James said, "Oor Ailie's skin's ower clean to beil."
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