The sorrels, unaccustomed to such a jerk of their bits, instantly began to back, and two men rushed down the steps to our assistance. But Jehu was equal to the occasion. He slapped the horses' backs with the reins, and joyously drove our two off wheels up on to the lowest step of the club-house porch.
In that attitude we paused, and I got out. Bee, after an instant's hesitation, gracefully followed suit. Nor could you tell from her placid face that this was not always the way we made our approach.
As for me, I was in a spasm of laughter which Jehu saw.
"I'm sorry, Mis' Jardine," he said, as the gentlemen released the sorrels' heads, and he prepared to drive off the steps, "but these horses pulls more than Guffin's mare, and I can't get a purchase on 'em with this bad hand of mine."
Then I knew who he was! He drove Guffin's grocery wagon for two months, and had lost three fingers of his right hand!
Poor Bee! But she took it out on me on the way home for not having had presentable servants before she came.
Now that she has gone, Amos is driving the sorrels again, and they are getting fat.
CHAPTER X
OUR FIRST HOUSE-PARTY
It was Bee who suggested giving one, but then Bee thought up so many things for us to do while she was staying with us!