And it was for this drive Dolly was preparing herself, when John came with the message that she could not have the phaeton, as Mr.Arthur was going to take Jerry home in it.
Usually Arthur's slightest wish was a law in the household, for that was Frank's order; but on this occasion Dolly felt herself justified in rebelling.
'Not have the phaeton! That's smart, I must say,' she exclaimed.

'Can't that child walk home, I'd like to know?
Tell Mr.Tracy Maude has had the promise of a drive all day, and I am ready, with my things on.

Ask him to take the Victoria; he never drives.' All this in substance was repeated to Arthur, who answered, quietly: 'Let Mrs.Tracy take the victoria.

I prefer the phaeton myself.' That settled it, and in few moments Jerry was seated at Arthur's side, and skimming along through the park, and out upon the highway which skirted the river for miles.
'This is not going home, and grandma will scold,' Jerry said.
'Never mind the grandma--I will make it right with her.

I am going to show you the country,' Arthur replied, as he chirruped to the fleet pony who seemed to fly along the smooth road.
No one who saw the tall, elegant-looking man, who sat so erect, and handled the reins so skilfully, would ever have suspected him of insanity, and more than one stopped to gaze after him and the little girl whose face, with the golden hair blowing about it, looked out from the white sun bonnet with so joyous an expression.