Not a word out of you, Seymour, until I've finished.
I'm going to take Kate down to Tom Coston's and keep her there till she gets well.

Too many stuffy balls--too many late suppers--oyster roasts and high doings.

None of that at Tom's.

Up at six and to bed at ten.
I've just had a letter from him and dear Peggy is crazy to have us come.
Take your mare along, Kate, and you won't lack fresh air.

Now what do you say, Seymour ?" Of course the Honorable Prim bobbed his honorable head and said he had been worried himself over Kate's loss of appetite, and that if Temple would, etc., etc .-- he would--etc., etc .-- and so Mammy Henny began to get pink and white and other fluffy things together, and Ben, with Todd to help, led Joan, her own beloved saddle horse, down to the dock and saw that she was safely lodged between decks, and then up came a coach (all this was two days later) and my lady drove off with two hair trunks in front and a French bonnet box behind--St.George beside her, and fat Mammy Henny in white kerchief and red bandanna, opposite, and Todd in one of St.George's old shooting-jackets on the box next the driver, with his feet on two of the dogs, the others having been loaned to a friend.
And it was a great leave-taking when the party reached the wharf.