The judge was to drive over in the Ford, Madam Lovemore holding the still sleeping René in her lap.
“He’ll be awful mad tomorrow,” volunteered Priscilla, who was now fully awake, “when he hears that he’s been riding in an automobile and didn’t know anything about it.”
The judge laughed, a sudden explosion, over almost before it began.
“In that case—you’d better come in here too; so you can tell him—what it felt like.”
The little girl’s wistful look and tone had not been unnoticed by the judge; and though they were somewhat crowded, both he and his housekeeper gladly put up with the slight discomfort of an additional passenger.
“Prissy is thrilled to death,” said Desiré to Jack, as they followed the Ford with as much speed as the tired horses were able to make.
“Yes, but I wish you could have had a ride, too. You’ve always wanted one.”
“Oh, some day I shall.”
The headlights of the judge’s car, which had just turned off the main road into the lane leading to the Godet house, revealed the fact that all underbrush had been cleared away, and the road filled in. So occupied were they with the unexpected improvement, that not until they had stopped in front of the cabin did they notice that it was lighted.