Nanna, with little Jack in her arms, and Janie by her side, stood at the street-door to wave their farewells. Prompted by Nanna, Jack screamed out: "Bye-bye, mummy; come back happy."
Jim Coates, all radiant in a new black-and-white check suit, and hair well oiled, met them at the bottom of the street to act as conductor.
"I say, Mr. Coates," exclaimed Bessie, "where's that carriage and pair of greys you promised Mrs. Waring? I wonder you are so forgetful."
"You wait a while, miss, and you'll see I'm not so forgetful as you think," with a comically solemn look on his face.
"Did you ever see such a swell—a real Beau Brummel, if you like!" whispered Bessie to Phebe. "He looks like 'a peacock with a wooden leg,' if you like. But he's 'a dear' for all that."
When they had got less than half-way, lo! there, in the centre of the road, stood Dick, holding a tricycle.
"There!" exclaimed Jim, with a triumphant smile, "there's the carriage and here's the greys," pointing to himself and Dick.
A Bible was strapped on the handle-bar, on which also was hung a large motto-card, bearing the words "God is Love."
"I thought," explained Jim, "these 'ud show as how you weren't riding for pleasure on Sunday."
"You are quite right," said Phebe, feeling deeply touched by this exhibition, not only of thoughtful love, but of loyalty to God, "but I have never learnt to ride!"