It would be false to say that Eva did not feel this change in her life as a transition into something like fairy land.
CHAPTER LXV.
IN THE PARK.
The prettiest park phaeton you ever set eyes on, drove up to the Laurence cottage; a pair of white ponies with snowy tails that took the wind like banners, stopped with the docility of pet kittens before the gate. An afghan on which living roses seemed to bloom, was thrust aside, and out sprang a young lady, who ran up the walk and entered the house without knocking.
“Ruthy, Ruthy dear, I have got them in training at last. Do look out of the window and see what darlings they are. Now for your first ride in the park.”
Ruth sat up on her couch, thrilled throughout her feeble frame with unusual excitement.
“Oh Eva, are those the horses? am I to ride in that pretty thing? but how—how can I get there?”
“Never mind about that; I feel strong enough to carry you myself. The truth is, I—I never was so happy in my life; to think, dear, that they should give me all the pleasure of doing this, for everything is mine, Ruth. We can use it just when we please, and you shall ride every pleasant day of your life.”
“And see how the country looks. Oh Eva, what a darling, fairy god-mother you have been to us!”
“Have I? Then you are glad I went away?”
“Only half away, sister. Why you are with us a great deal more now, than while slaving down in that store.”