After driving through the miniature city, with its imposing banks, churches, House of Parliament, and handsome residences, they struck the road leading along the edge of a line of hills that overshadowed the town, passing several neatly-kept vineyards. For an hour they kept up a running fire of conversation on every topic except the one nearest their hearts; then the doctor turned the horses, and the spirited creatures put their noses down and enjoyed the run home over the hard, smooth road, as much as did the occupants of the carriage behind them. Dinner was ready when they reached the house, and they sat a long time chatting over the viands before them, unmindful of everything outside those four walls. After dinner the garden was again visited, and Kate swung idly in her hammock, while the doctor sat near by and told her the news of the Kimberley world. A cool breeze sprang up at sunset, and the moon rose in all her silvery glory.
They were both content. The day had brought its full amount of happiness, and was one to be kept in memory.
Chapter Twenty Two.
Pinning Leaves Together.
“I have been thinking that you have found that home of loveliness and utter delight, which you so charmingly described during our last ride together in Kimberley.”
“And have you not forgotten what I said?” asked Kate, looking up at the sky.
“I remember every word I ever heard you utter.”