“Mrs. Forbes said I must ask permission,” responded the child with an apprehensive glance behind her to see if her escort were arriving. “What—what is your name?”
“Forgotten this soon? I told you Zeke.”
“I thought you did, but your mother said it was something very different.”
“Ezekiel, perhaps.”
“Yes, that's it. I won't forget again. How many horses has grandpa?”
“Two here, but I guess he's got more in the country. You come out to the barn any time you feel like it. You've heard of a bell cow, haven't you? Well, we've got the belle horse out there. She beats all creation.”
“The one I saw yesterday,” eagerly, “the one that runs away all the time?”
“No. This is Mr. Evringham's riding horse.”
Jewel hopped and clapped her hands. “I'll see grandpa ride. Goody! I'll watch him.”
“Go to your paths, Zeke,” said a voice, and the veil appeared around the corner of the house.