74 THE JONATHAN PAPERS 



I donned my apron and went in to harness 

 Kit. I led her around to the carriage-house 

 and put her into the buggy, and still he had 

 not returned. I got out the lap robe, shook it, 

 and folded it neatly on the back of the seat. 

 No Jonathan! There was nothing more for 

 me to do, so I took off my apron and climbed 

 into the carriage to wait. The carriage-house 

 was as cool a place as one could have found. 

 Both its big sliding doors were pushed back, 

 one opening out toward the front gate, the 

 other, opposite, opening into the inner barn 

 yard. I sat and looked out over the rolling, 

 sunny country and felt the breeze, warm, but 

 fresh and sweet, and listened to the barn 

 swallows in the barnyard behind me, and 

 wondered, as I have wondered a thousand 

 times, why in New England the outbuildings 

 always have so much better views than the 

 house. 



Ten o clock! Where was Jonathan? The 

 Morehouses drove past, then the Elkinses; 

 they went to the Baptist. Ten minutes past! 

 There went the O Neils they belonged to 

 our church and the Scrantons, and Billy 

 Howard and his sister, driving fast as usual; 



