CHAPTER IX.
THE WOOD HOUSE Without love there is no interior pleasantness of life.
-- SWEDENBORG.
It was a lovely July afternoon when Malcolm Herrick and his friend arrived at Earlsfield.

A smart dog-cart, Cedric's own especial property, was waiting for them at the station.

As they mounted to their places, and Cedric took the reins from the groom, he pointed out the good points of the mare with an air of complacency and satisfaction that somewhat amused Malcolm; but the next moment he said in a boyish manner, "You see, Herrick, I have not got quite used to my new toy.

My sisters gave me the trap on my last birthday.

I have had Brown Becky for two years.