"The trees have thinned so we can see up and down the streets.

Isn't that Mr.Morgeson who is tearing round the corner of Gold Street?
Do you think he is strange-looking?
I do.

His hair, and eyes, and complexion are exactly the same hue; what color is it?
A pale brown, or a greenish gray ?" "Is he driving this way ?" "Yes; the fore-legs of his horse have nearly arrived." I moved on in advance of Helen, toward the gate; he beckoned when he saw me, and presently reined Nell close to us.

"You can decide now what color he is," I whispered to her.
"Will you ride home ?" he asked.

"And shall I take you down to Bancroft's, Miss Helen ?" She would have declined, but I took her arm, pushed her into the chaise, and then sprang in after her; she seized the hand-loop, in view of an upset.
"You are afraid of my horse, Miss Helen," he said, without having looked at her.
"I am afraid of your driving," she answered, leaning back and looking behind him at me.