That morning, when Billy had told him about the trip and about Aunt Mary, he had taken time enough to smile a long, happy smile. Then he had said:
“Enjoy good things as they come along, and be thankful.”
He had worked that motto hard for a great many years, and he was ready to use it again. So he gave himself up to enjoying and to being thankful.
The car was a six cylinder—a big six, and Joseph was a steady driver.
They had gone about twenty miles when Dr. Crandon said:
“We are going along as smooth as glass.”
“I,” said John Bradford, “am enjoying the way that we go up-hill. I never could bear to see a horse straining every muscle to pull me up-hill.”
“I think,” said Mr. Prescott, “that horses ought to be thankful to the men that make automobiles or any sort of iron horse.”
Billy looked up at him.
“Iron horses,” he said. “I never thought of it that way before. There doesn’t seem to be any end to iron.”