So Carey, with a hand to each of her new playmates, led them across the driveway to the rolling stretch of shaded lawn. The lady watched David as he submitted to be driven as a horse by the little girls and then constituted himself driver to his little team of ponies as he called them. Later, when they raced to the meadow, she saw him hold Janey back that Carey might win. Presently the lady was joined by her husband.
“Where is Carey?” he asked.
“She is having great sport with a pretty little girl and a guardian angel of a boy. Here they come!”
They were trooping across the lawn, the little girls adorned with blossom wreaths which David had woven for them.
“May we go down to the woods––the big woods?” asked Carey. 103
“It’s too far for you to walk, dear,” remonstrated her mother.
“David says he’ll draw me in my little cart.”
“Who is it that was afraid to go into the big woods, and thought it was a forest filled with wild beasts and scary things?” demanded Mr. Winthrop.
The earnest eyes fixed on his were not at all abashed.
“With him, with David,” she said simply, “I would have no afraidments.”