"Then you would have to stay. Which is the nicest, Sudbury Street or this?"
"Cary, you have teased enough," said his father.
"I think the out-of-doors of this will be the prettiest in the summer," replied Doris gravely, "and when I came off the ship I thought the indoors in Sudbury Street just delightful. There was such a splendid fire, and everybody was so kind."
Cary glanced up at his father, who gave his soft half-smile.
"You were a brave little girl not to be homesick."
"I did want to see Miss Arabella, and the pony. I had such a darling pony."
"Why, you can have a pony next summer," said Uncle Win. "I am very fond of riding."
Doris' face was filled with speechless delight.
After supper they sat round the fire and Cary asked her about the Old Boston. She had very good descriptive powers. Her life had been so circumscribed there that it had deepened impressions, and the young fellow listened quite surprised. Like his father he had known very little about girls in their childhood. She was so quaintly pretty, too, with the bow of dark ribbon high up on her head, amid the waving light hair.
Some time after Uncle Winthrop said: