"I have spoke, and spoke the truth," said Jem proudly, "and she did not believe me."
Still the lady, who had lived too long in the world to be without suspicion, maintained a cold manner, and determined to wait the event without interfering, saying only, she hoped the money would be found; and advised Joni to have done crying.
"I have done," said Jem. "I shall cry no more."
And as he had the greatest command over himself, he actually did not shed another tear, not even when the farmer got up to go, saying he could wait no longer.
Jem silently went to bring out Lightfoot.
The lady now took her seat where she could see all that passed at the open parlour window.
The old woman stood at the door, and several idle people of the village, who had gathered round the lady's carriage examining it, turned about to listen.
In a minute or two Jem appeared, with a steady countenance, leading Lightfoot; and when he came up, without saying a word, put the bridle into farmer Truck's hand.
"He 'has been' a good horse!" said the farmer.
"He 'is' a good horse!" cried Jem, and threw his arm over Lightfoot's neck, hiding his own face as he leaned upon him.