Once during the afternoon, when Dan had left them for a few minutes,
they had looked after him lovingly:
"Dear Dan!" said Charles. "I don’t know what I should have done without
him. He must have his college course. How would you like to have us
send him to Harvard as a sort of thank-offering for what he has done for
us?"
And Dawn smiled happily into her husband’s eyes as she answered:
"Oh, how beautiful! Could we?"
They planned it all out briefly then, and that evening, at the setting
of the sun, as they rode forth from the plague-stricken village toward
the high, cool hills where waited the little white house, Charles
broached the subject to Dan.
Charles and Dawn were in the back seat, Dan driving in front, with Rags
at his feet, with his head held proudly, as if he had always ridden in a
carriage with two gray horses.
"Dan," said Charles, leaning forward a little that he might the better
see the boy’s face, "when Dawn and I go back to Cambridge in the fall,
for my last year at Harvard, we’re going to take you with us."
Rags smiled widely. He had heard the talk in the afternoon, and he
expected to go to college himself.
Dan turned with a radiant, awed face, and grasped Charles’s hand.
"Could I?" he asked eagerly. "_How_ could I?"
"You may need some preparation," said Charles. "Wouldn’t it be a good
idea for you to come up to our house in the hills and let me coach you?
How about it, Dawn? We have always room for Dan, haven’t we?"
And Dawn, smiling and happy, assured the boy that he would always be
welcome.
Later, when Charles drew Dawn’s head down upon his shoulder in the
darkness, put his arm close about her, and with his free hand held both
of hers, there was tender joy and thankfulness.
Dan and Rags, up in front, knew that there were depths of happiness in
the back seat not for them, but they were content, for were they not
going to college, and in company with the two they loved best of all?
A week later Charles and Dawn stood together on the hillside, in front
of their own little house. It was very early in the morning, and off
beyond another hill the sun was just flashing into view—a great red disc
against a sky of amethyst and opal. Hill, valley, winding river, and
every tree and shrub were touched with the glory of the dawn.
They were watching Dan ride away to his home, to gather his belongings,
and prepare his family for the new order of his life.
In the afternoon Betty was to arrive by stage-coach. She was to spend
the rest of the hot weather in the cool hills with them, until the
cholera had disappeared. This was their first time absolutely alone
together since they had known each other.
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