“I've had dreams of driving horses,” she said.
“Is this the first time you've done it waking?”
“No, the second. Father took me once in Washington Park just before he came away, but the horse didn't pull like this.” She smiled seraphically.
“So, boy, steady,” said the doctor soothingly, and Hector obeyed the voice.
“Did you play in the Ravine of Happiness when you were a little boy?”
“Where's that?”
“Where the brook is.”
“Oh yes. Are you planning to take me to that brook and wet my feet, Jewel?”
“We've gone long past it. Don't you know?”
“I think my education has been neglected. I don't remember it.”