"Two, side by side, or two, one in front of the other--where's the difference ?" True, reflected Hiram.

He was wrong again--yet again unconvinced.
Certainly the handsome son, so smartly gotten up, seated in this smart trap, did look attractive--but somehow not as he would have had _his_ son look.

Adelaide came; he helped her to the lower seat.

As he watched them dash away, as fine-looking a pair of young people as ever gladdened a father's eye, this father's heart lifted with pride--but sank again.

Everything _seemed_ all right; why, then, did everything _feel_ all wrong?
"I'm not well to-day," he muttered.