The
latter, held with difficulty by a lad Robin had left in charge, was dancing
gently between the shafts, impatient to be off.
"_Our_ trap?" queried Ann.
"Yes. It goes with the cottage," explained Robin. "Coventry's been awfully
decent over everything. Of course, he provides me with a gee to get about
on, but as soon as he heard I had a sister coming to live with me he sent
down this pony and cart from his own stables. Naturally, I told him that
that kind of thing wasn't included in the bond, but he shut me up with the
remark that no woman could be expected to settle down at the back of beyond
unless she had something to drive."
"He must be an extremely nice young man," commented Ann, as she settled
herself in the trap.
Robin gathered up the reins and they set off, the sleek little cob at once
breaking into a sharp trot which carried them swiftly along the leafy
country road.
"Coventry's not very young," observed Robin, as they sped along. "Must be
six or seven and thirty, at least. And I don't think _you_ would describe
him as 'nice' if you'd met him. He's very brusque in his manner at times,
and I don't fancy women figure much in his scheme of existence.
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