So now, when he asked, “Do you remember?” she only nodded her head. The smart little buggy was rolling along on land once more.
“Now we’re in Anacostia,” he said. “Close your eyes and keep them closed till I say!” She heard him chuckle like a boy, and then he said, “Now—Look!” He pointed with his whip.
It was the big white house high on a hill!
“There’s our house, Anna, the house I promised you!”
She could only stare. Then the meaning of his words made her gasp.
“Frederick! You don’t really mean—You haven’t—?”
He laughed as she had not heard him laugh in a long time. They were winding up the hill now—toward the house.
That afternoon they planned and dreamed. The owners had let the house run down, but it would be perfect.
“We’ll try to have it ready in time to escape the August heat. This is why I’ve been deaf to your talk about a vacation.”
The afternoon almost exhausted Anna.