“Let me get in first,” said Tom, putting some straw on the step.
He got into the cart, and he gently pulled her up, relinquishing her very carefully, and, in fact, not until after his assistance was no longer needed.
“How did you manage it?”
“You know how these things happen: it was all-over in a minute: how are father and mother?”
“They are very well.”
There was a pause for a minute or two.
“Well, how are things going on at Eastthorpe?”
“Oh, pretty well; the building is three parts done. I don’t think, Miss Catharine, you’ll ever go back to the old spot again.”
“What do you mean?”
“I don’t think your father and mother will leave the Terrace.”