Thenshesteppedintothecarriage，andhewaitedasecond，quitelongenoughtoletherseethathewasperfectlywillingtosittherealldayifshewantedhimto，andthenheslowlyandcarefullydrovehome，ashealwaysdidwhenshewasinthecarriage。Timeswhenhehaduschildrenoutalone，hewentuntilyoucouldn’tseethespokesinthewheels。Hejustlovedto“speedup“onceinawhileonapieceoffineroadtoletusknowhowgoingfastfelt。
Mothersattheretremblingalittle，smiling，misty-eyed。Iwasthinking，forIknewwhatthe“flyintheointment“was。ShehadaletterfromShelleyyesterday，andshesaidtherewasn’tareasononearthwhyfatherorLaddieshouldspendmoneytocometoChicago，shewouldsoonbehome，shewascountingthehours，andsheneverwantedtoleaveagain。Inthestartshedidn’twanttogoatall，unlessshecouldstaythreeyears，attheveryleast。Ofcourseitwasthatdreadfulman，whohadmadehersobeautifulandhappy，andthentakenawayallthejoy；howCOULDamandoit？Itwasthehardestthingtounderstand。
Nextmorningmotherwasfeelingfine，theworldwaslovely，MissAmeliawasgone，Maywashometohelp，soshebeganhousecleaningbywashingallthecurtains。ShehadbeeninthekitchentoshowCandacehow。Ihadallmyworkdone，andwasmakingfriendswitharobinbroodinginmyveryowncatalpatree，whenMr。Pryorrodeup，tiedhishorse，andstartedtowardthegate。Iknewheandfatherhadquarrelled；thatis，fatherhadtoldhimhecouldn’tsay“Godwasamyth“inthishouse，andhe’dgonehomemadashops；soIknewitwouldbesomethingmightyimportantthatwasbringinghimback。Islidfromthetree，ranandopenedthegate，andledthewayupthewalk。Iopenedthefrontdoorandaskedhimin，andthenIdidthewrongthing。Ishouldhavetakenhishat，toldhimtobeseated，andsaidIwouldseeifI
couldfindfather；Iknewwhattodo，andhowtodoit，butbecauseofthataboutGod，IwassoexcitedImadeamistake。I
nevertookhishat，orofferedhimachair；Ijustboltedintothedining-room，lookingforfatherormother，andleftthedoorwideopen，sohethoughtthatwasn’ttheplacetosit，becauseI