Come to me, my child, and tell me all. I know you have done
nothing wrong, nothing to be ashamed of. Some things are so difficult to
tell, that it needs help to make way for them: I will help you. I am
better. Come to me at once, and we will break the creature's shell
together, and see what it is like, the shy thing!--Your uncle."
I was so eager to go to him, that it was with difficulty I finished his
letter before starting. Death had been sent home, and was in the stable,
sorely missing his master. I called Dick, and told him to get ready to
ride with me to Wittenage; he must take Thanatos, and be at the door with
Zoe in twenty minutes.
We started. As we left the gate, I caught sight of John coming from the
other direction, his eyes on the ground, lost in meditation. I stopped.
He looked up, saw me, and was at my side in two moments.
"I have heard from my uncle," I said. "He wants me. I am going to him."
"If only I had my horse!" he answered.
"Why shouldn't you take Thanatos?" I rejoined.
"No," he answered, after a moment's hesitation.
"It would be an impertinence. I will walk, and perhaps see you there.
It's only sixteen miles, I think.--What a splendid creature he is!"
"He's getting into years now," I replied; "but he has been in the stable
several days, and I am doubtful whether Dick will feel quite at home on
him."
"Then your uncle would rather I rode him! He knows I am no tailor!" said
John.
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