“You won’t,” laughed Chester. “There isn’t a car in sight and we’re only two blocks from home. Easy, girl, easy! She wants her dinner, I guess.”
“And I want mine,” said Sam decisively.
“Oh, you’ll get it right on time,” responded Chester lightly. “Whoa, Judy! Steady, girl, steady! That’s only a piece of paper and it won’t hurt you. Here we are.”
The Harris residence was a big square wooden house set in its own grounds in the residence district of Charlemont. There was a big lawn and a good deal of shrubbery and many ornamental trees around the house. The stable, which had been recently built, looked almost as large as the residence. Judy sped up the smooth gravel drive and whinnied loudly and impatiently when Chester pulled her down at the carriage room door.
“All right, Perkins?” called Chester.
A neatly dressed stable man appeared, apparently doing his best to hide a broad grin behind one of his large hands.
“All clear, sir,” he said.
Chester drove on into the carriage house. “Put one of the other horses in, Perkins, will you? I’m going to take Mr. Phillips back to school.”
“Yes, sir. Which one, sir? The Governor hasn’t been out today.”
“He will do then. Better get out and stretch your legs, Sammy. And, by the way, you haven’t seen the room I’ve fixed up upstairs, have you?”