Esther laid her head on the pillow and closed her eyes....
"I wonder if there's any one going who you'd care for?"
"I don't care a bit about it, Bill." The conversation paused. At the end
of a long silence William said--
"It do seem strange that you who has been mixed up in it so much should
never have seen a race." Esther didn't answer. She was falling asleep, and
William's voice was beginning to sound vague in her ears. Suddenly she
felt him give her a great shove. "Wake up, old girl, I've got it. Why not
ask your old pal, Sarah Tucker, to go with us? I heard John say she's out
of situation. It'll be a nice treat for her."
"Ah.... I should like to see Sarah again."
"You're half asleep."
"No, I'm not; you said we might ask Sarah to come to the Derby with us."
William regretted that he had not a nice trap to drive them down. To hire
one would run into a deal of money, and he was afraid it might make him
late on the course. Besides, the road wasn't what it used to be; every one
goes by train now. They dropped off to sleep talking of how they should
get Sarah's address.
Three or four days passed, and one morning William jumped out of bed and
said--
"I think it will be a fine day, Esther." He took out his best suit of
clothes, and selected a handsome silk scarf for the occasion.
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