at the door of the sweetmeat shop, and drew up the road to await the verdict.
'Useful things cars,' said Madden, all man and no butler. 'If I'd had one when mine took sick she wouldn't have died.' '
'How was it?' I asked.
'Croup. Mrs. Madden was away. No one knew what to do. I drove eight miles in a tax cart for the doctor. She was choked when we came back. This car 'd ha' saved her. She'd have been close on ten now.'
'I'm sorry,' I said. 'I thought you were rather fond of children from what you told me going to the cross-roads the other day.'
'Have you seen 'em again, Sir — this mornin'?' '
'Yes, but they're well broke to cars. I couldn't get any of them within twenty yards of it.' '
He looked at me carefully as a scout considers a stranger—not as a menial should lift his eyes to his divinely appointed superior.
'I wonder why,' he said just above the breath that he drew.
We waited on. A light wind from the sea wandered up and down the long lines of the woods, and the wayside grasses, whitened already with summer dust, rose and bowed in sallow waves.
A woman, wiping the suds off her arms, came out of the cottage next the sweetmeat shop.
'I've be'n listenin' in de back-yard,' she said cheerily. 'He says Arthur's unaccountable bad. Did ye hear him shruck just now ? Unaccountable bad. I reckon t'will come Jenny's turn to walk in de wood nex' week along, Mr. Madden.'