"Yes, turn out here, Solon, and wait for them to come up," said Mr.
Travilla.
"On your way to the Oaks?" Mr. Dinsmore queried as his carriage halted along side of the other. "Well, we will turn about and go with you."
"No, we were going to Roselands but will put off the call to another day, if you were coming to Ion," Mr. Travilla answered.
"No, the Dinsmores had not set out for Ion, but to visit Sophie at
Ashlands; Daisy, her youngest child, was very ill."
"I wish you would go with us, Elsie," Rose said to Mrs. Travilla. "I know it would be a comfort to Sophie to see you."
"Yes, we have plenty of room here," added Mr. Dinsmore, "and your husband and children can certainly spare you for an hour or so."
Elsie looked inquiringly at her husband.
"Yes, go, wife, if you feel inclined," he said pleasantly. "The children shall not lose their ride. I will go on to Roselands with them, make a short call, as I have a little business with your grandfather, then take them home."
"And we will have their mother there probably shortly after," said Mr.
Dinsmore.
So the exchange was made and the carriages drove on, taking opposite directions when they came to the cross-road.