“The landau will hold four, and it’s four miles to our church. Who is for that?” again demanded the Master.
There was a swift exchange of glances between him and the young hostess as she returned:
“Shall I say?”
“Aye, aye!” shouted Monty, with his ordinary fervor. The considerate silence of his house-mates concerning his mishap in the barn had restored his self-possession, and though he had felt silly and awkward when he had joined them he did not now.
“Very well. Then I nominate Jane, Molly Martin, Alfaretta, and Mabel Bruce, for the state carriage,” said Dorothy.
“Sho! I thought if that was used at all ’twould be Helena and the other ’ristocratics would ride in that,” whispered the delighted Alfy to Jane.
But the young hostess had quickly reflected that landaus and other luxurious equipages were familiar and commonplace to her richer guests but that, probably, none of these others had ever ridden in such state; therefore the greater pleasure to them.
The Master produced a slip of paper and checked off the names:
“Landau, with the bays; and Ephraim and Boots in livery—settled. Next?”
“There’s the pony cart and Portia,” suggested Dolly.