120 THE JONATHAN PAPERS 



kept a careful eye on the shadowy road out 

 side. Was he trying to cheer it by pleasant 

 looks, I wondered, or was he just trying to 

 see all that went by? 



Jonathan s seat is not so good as mine for 

 observation. A big deutzia bush looms between 

 his window and the road, while at my window 

 only the tips of a waxberry bush obscure the 

 view, and there is a door beside me. Therefore 

 Jonathan was distinctly at a disadvantage. 

 He offered to change seats, suggesting that 

 there was a draft where I was, and that the 

 light was bad for my eyes, but I found that I 

 did not mind either of these things. 



One day a team passed while Jonathan was 

 carving. He looked up too late, hesitated, 

 then said, rather consciously: &quot;Who was that? 

 Did you see?&quot; 



&quot;/ don t know,&quot; I said, with a far-away, 

 impersonal air, as though the matter had 

 no interest for me. But I had n t the heart 

 to keep up the pose, and I added: &quot;Perhaps 

 you ll know. It was a white horse, and a 

 business wagon with red wheels, and the man 

 wore a soft felt hat, and there was a dog on 

 the seat beside him.&quot; 



