The child went, and stood looking down the road so long that she rolled up her knitting and followed. "There they are!" she exclaimed. "Father and Aunt Calista. Don't forget to give her a kiss when she gets out."
Conrad Rhein's austere face expressed no pleasure as he stepped from the carriage and helped his companion, but she was not to be depressed by a brother-in-law's gravity. Calista Yohe, moving lightly in her pink delaine dress, resembled the prickly roses coming into bloom beside the gate, which would flourish and fade imperturbably in accordance with their own times and seasons. At present she looked as though the fading were remote. She shook hands joyfully and seized the carpet-bag which Hannah had taken.
"I guess I don't let you carry that," she said. "It's heavy."
The little girl put up her face, and Calista kissed her without speaking to her, and went on talking:
"You are right, Dolly is hot. We drove good and hard. Conrad didn't want to do it to give her the whip, but I don't like to ride slow. Let's sit on the porch awhile."
The child placed her bench near the
old woman's chair, but she watched the young one admiringly. Calista did not notice her.
"How are the folks?" Hannah asked.
"They are good."
"Had they a big wedding?"