“As for me, that night taught me a lesson or two that I’ve not forgotten to this day, and which in my turn I’ve tried to teach to some of you here. I went back to Ogilby a wiser man than I had left it, and, thank God, a better one.”
“And what did the poor horse do?” asked the youngest of the Culvertons.
“Why, he carried me back as merrily as if he’d never seen snow in all his life.”