"Never mind," said Mollie—for it was she—with the rarest of smiles and in sweetest tones. "I am not in any hurry, and do not mind waiting in the least."
"Humph" grunted the squire to himself, as he took his package and left the place.
The little incident had somehow jarred upon him and set him thinking, for he well knew that if he had been kept waiting like that, whether he had been in a hurry or not, he would have fretted and fumed and taken pains to make the clerk as uncomfortable as possible; but the lovely girl had unconsciously given him a lesson in true courtesy and charity.
He could not resist the temptation to pause on the sidewalk as he went out and take another look at the beautiful horses which he had previously admired.
"A fine pair you have there," he observed to the coachman.
"Yes, sir," replied the man, but looking neither to the right nor left, nor unbending from his stiff, upright position a hairsbreadth.
"Morgan?"
"Yes, sir," with the same rigidity as before.
"How old are they?"
"Six years, or thereabouts."