Barry was driving a swift powerful horse hitched to a light rubber-tired trap—a rather unusual combination for Manila. He greeted them both in his radiant manner as he came up the stairs.
“I am going to take you to Father Hull’s,” he said to Julie. “He asked me to bring you over.” Then, with quick intuition, noticing the bag in Julie’s hand, “If that’s your luggage, we’ll land you at your new home.”
He swept the bag out of her grasp, and smiled down upon her. “I am going to show you the miracle of Manila!”
Julie, turning to Isabel to bid her good-by, was startled by the expression she surprised upon her face. Isabel was agitated about something. Her mood had shot up for an instant like an angry flame. Julie had a vague idea that she might be displeased with her for not accepting her invitation to stay on with her. She renewed her expressions of gratitude to Isabel, and said she would return soon to see her.
Isabel said they should see each other often—quite often. She kissed Julie, and advised her to keep out of the sun—“because of the headaches,” she added.
“I wish there were something to stop them,” said Julie. “They rage all through the heat of the day.”
Isabel regarded her closely for a moment, then withdrew her eyes.
Quite unconscious of any disturbance of the ether, Barry passed his arm through Julie’s and together they descended the stairs. He assisted her into the trap, and picked up the reins with vast satisfaction. “I drive myself,” he said, “because I can’t bear to sit idle behind a swift horse.”
The powerful animal sprang through the streets, and whirred them across towering iron bridges. They passed the skeleton of a huge new hospital, the frameworks of a new school and other public buildings. Over one vacant piece of ground, Barry drew up in fervor.
“Site of the new university!” he explained. “Rizal’s dream. It’s only a few lines on paper so far—but it’s on the way.