"Of two good men," she insisted. "A good husband and a good father."
Her first drive in the pony carriage was an ecstacy. By her side sat the nurse holding Ravvie, and opposite sat her husband and father. Presently she made the Colonel and the nurse change places.
"I want my child where I can see him, and my husband where I can lean against him," she said.
"I don't come in," observed the Doctor. "I am Monsieur De Trop—Mr. No Account."
"No you are not. I want you to look at Ravvie and me."
Soon she was anxious lest the child should catch cold by riding backwards.
"No more danger one way than the other," said the Doctor. "The back of his head goes all around."
"I dare say his hair will protect him; won't it?" she asked.
"His hair is about as heavy as his whiskers," laughed the Doctor. "He is in no danger of Absalom's fate."