out along the paling of the platform over the waiting-room;
wonderful, this year--and there was she, standing alone on the platform.
No, it was not Cicely! He got out with a blank sensation, as if those
memories had played him false. It was a girl, indeed, but she only
looked about sixteen, and wore a sunbonnet that hid her hair and half her
face. She had on a blue frock, and some honeysuckle in her waist-belt.
She seemed to be smiling at him, and expecting him to smile at her; and
so he did smile. She came up to him then, and said:
"I'm Sylvia."
He answered: "Oh! thanks awfully--it was awfully good of you to come and
meet me."
"Cicely's so busy. It's only the T-cart. Have you got much luggage?"
She took up his hold-all, and he took it from her; she took his bag, and
he took it from her; then they went out to the T-cart. A small groom
stood there, holding a silver-roan cob with a black mane and black swish
tail.
She said: "D'you mind if I drive, because I'm learning."
And he answered: "Oh, no! rather not."
She got up; he noticed that her eyes looked quite excited. Then his
portmanteau came out and was deposited with the other things behind; and
he got up beside her.
She said: "Let go, Billy."
The roan rushed past the little groom, whose top boots seemed to twinkle
as he jumped up behind. They whizzed round the corner from the station
yard, and observing that her mouth was just a little open as though this
had disconcerted her, he said:
"He pulls a bit."
"Yes--but isn't he perfectly sweet?"
"He IS rather decent."
Ah! when SHE came, he would drive her; they would go off alone in the
T-cart, and he would show her all the country round.
He was re-awakened by the words:
"Oh! I know he's going to shy!" At once there was a swerve. The roan
was cantering.
They had passed a pig.
"Doesn't he look lovely now? Ought I to have whipped him when he shied?"
"Rather not."
"Why?"
"Because horses are horses, and pigs are pigs; it's natural for horses to
shy at them."
"Oh!"
He looked up at her then, sidelong. The curve of her cheek and chin
looked very soft, and rather jolly.
"I didn't know you, you know!" he said. "You've grown up so awfully."
"I knew you at once. Your voice is still furry."
There was another silence, till she said:
"He does pull, rather--doesn't he, going home?"
"Shall I drive?"
"Yes, please."
He stood up and took the reins, and she sli
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