TO
THE RARE, SWEET MEMORY OF
SUSANNE LIVINGSTON GREEN LLOYD
MY WIFE AND THE DEAR COMPANION
WHO WORKED
WITH ME OVER THESE PAGES
DAVID MALCOLM
CHAPTER I
"Take care not to tumble into the water, David," said my mother.
She was standing by the gate, and from my perch on the back of the off-wheeler, I smiled down on her with boyish self-assurance. The idea of my tumbling into the water! The idea of my drowning even did I meet with so ludicrous a mishap! But I was accustomed to my mother's anxious care, for as an only child there had fallen to me a double portion of maternal solicitude. In moments of stress and pain it came as a grateful balm; yet more often, as now, it was irritating to my growing sense of self-reliance. To show how little I heeded her admonition, how well able I was to take care of myself, as I smiled loftily from my dangerous perch, with my legs hardly straddling the horse's back, I disdained to secure myself by holding to the harness, but folded my arms with the nonchalance of a circus rider.