they set
at last,
one on the
pony, with
the dog
bounding
and
barking
before
him, and
the others
holding
John’s
hands,
both
talking at
once and
overpowering
him with
questions
about home
and with
school
anecdotes.
I looked
after them
with a
feeling in
which I do
not know
whether
pleasure
or
melancholy
predominated,
for I was
reminded
of those
days when,
like them,
I had
known
neither
care nor
sorrow,
and a
holiday
was the
summit of
earthly
