“Yes.”
“What chance have you had to learn about horses?”
“I know a little about them.”
“Well, I wash my hands of it. If the team is upset, Mrs. Granville will have herself to blame for it.”
“I don’t think you need to worry,” said Paul. “I’ll promise to bring her back safe.”
He set to work to harness the horses. Frost surveyed him with critical eyes, but he could see no evidence of ignorance on Paul’s part. He did his work quickly and skillfully, and then, opening wide the barn doors, led the horses out. Then he jumped into the carriage and was about to drive to the house.
“Come back and shut the barn doors!” called out Frost from his rocking chair.
Paul turned and looked back.
“I don’t think it will do you any harm to do that yourself,” he said, “if you can spare the time from smoking.”
“Hey, what’s that?” demanded Frost, angrily.