"I've never ridden in the Folly
before. Have you, Paul?"
"Once, from the depot to the hotel, when I was a youngster, about
Impatience's age. You remember, Hilary?"
"Of course I do. Uncle Jerry took me up in front." Uncle Jerry was
the name the owner of the stage went by in Winton. "He'd had a lot of
Boston people up, and had been showing them around."
"This reminds me of the time father and I did our own New York in one
of those big 'Seeing New York' motors," Shirley said. "I came home
feeling almost as if we'd been making a trip 'round some foreign city."
"Tom can't make Winton seem foreign," Josie declared.
There were three more houses to stop at, lower down the street. From
windows and porches all along the route, laughing, curious faces stared
wonderingly after them, while a small body-guard of children sprang up
as if by magic to attend them on their way. This added greatly to the
delight of Patience, who smiled condescendingly down upon various
intimates, blissfully conscious of the envy she was exciting in their
breasts. It was delightful to be one of the club for a time, at least.
"And now, if you please, Ladies and Gentlemen," Tom had closed the door
to upon the last of his party, "we will drive first to The Vermont
House, a hostelry well known throughout the surrounding country, and
conducted by one of Vermont's best known and honored sons.
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