"And now for our ride, if you are ready, Ella.

I ordered my pony for myself, and mamma's for you; and I see they are at the door." "Then let us don our riding-habits, and be off at once," said Ella.
"Where are we going ?" she asked, as they cantered down the avenue.
"To the village, if you like.

I want to call at the post-office." "In hopes of finding a note from Ned, I suppose.

I don't believe there can be one there that would bring you later news than yesterday's telegram.

But I have no objection to making sure, and would as soon ride in that direction as any other." Nothing from Edward was found at the office; and the young wife seemed much disappointed, till Ella suggested that that looked as if he expected to be at home before night.
It was a cheering idea to Zoe: she brightened up at once, and in the afternoon drove over the same road, feeling almost certain Edward would be on the incoming train, due about the time she would reach the village, or rather at the time she had planned to be there.