Wives and Daughters: An Every-Day Story - Page 21/572

Mrs. Brown had her bottle of wine out, and her plate of cake, before

Molly came back from her long expedition to Mrs. Kirkpatrick's room,

"pretty nigh on to a quarter of a mile off," as the housekeeper

informed the impatient father, as he waited for his child to come

down arrayed in her morning's finery with the gloss of newness worn

off. Mr. Gibson was a favourite in all the Towers' household, as

family doctors generally are; bringing hopes of relief at times

of anxiety and distress; and Mrs. Brown, who was subject to gout,

especially delighted in petting him whenever he would allow her. She

even went out into the stable-yard to pin Molly up in the shawl, as

she sate upon the rough-coated pony, and hazarded the somewhat safe

conjecture,--

"I daresay she'll be happier at home, Mr. Gibson," as they rode away.

Once out into the park Molly struck her pony, and urged him on as

hard as he would go. Mr. Gibson called out at last:

"Molly! we're coming to the rabbit-holes; it's not safe to go at such

a pace. Stop." And as she drew rein he rode up alongside of her.

"We're getting into the shadow of the trees, and it's not safe riding

fast here."

"Oh! papa, I never was so glad in all my life. I felt like a lighted

candle when they're putting the extinguisher on it."

"Did you? How d'ye know what the candle feels?"

"Oh, I don't know, but I did." And again, after a pause she

said,--"Oh, I am so glad to be here! It is so pleasant riding here in

the open, free, fresh air, crushing out such a good smell from the

dewy grass. Papa! are you there? I can't see you."

He rode close up alongside of her: he was not sure but what she might

be afraid of riding in the dark shadows, so he laid his hand upon

hers.

"Oh! I am so glad to feel you," squeezing his hand hard. "Papa, I

should like to get a chain like Ponto's, just as long as your longest

round, and then I could fasten us two to each end of it, and when I

wanted you I could pull, and if you didn't want to come, you could

pull back again; but I should know you knew I wanted you, and we

could never lose each other."

"I'm rather lost in that plan of yours; the details, as you state

them, are a little puzzling; but if I make them out rightly, I am to

go about the country, like the donkeys on the common, with a clog

fastened to my hind leg."