“Well, you see, ma'am, I had a chance of buying the old horse, and I couldn't resist him. There he is, looking at you, ma'am. Nobody knows the sense in that head of his.”
The two ladies went near to pat the horse, and then they noticed Diamond on the box.
“Why, you've got both Diamonds with you,” said Miss Coleman. “How do you do, Diamond?”
Diamond lifted his cap, and answered politely.
“He'll be fit to drive himself before long,” said his father, proudly. “The old horse is a-teaching of him.”
“Well, he must come and see us, now you've found us out. Where do you live?”
Diamond's father gave the ladies a ticket with his name and address printed on it; and then Mrs. Coleman took out her purse, saying:
“And what's your fare, Joseph?”
“No, thank you, ma'am,” said Joseph. “It was your own old horse as took you; and me you paid long ago.”
He jumped on his box before she could say another word, and with a parting salute drove off, leaving them on the pavement, with the maid holding the door for them.