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252 locomotion other than their own limbs. Philip had been forced to walk to the Court House to school in all weathers.

As for Rebecca, she adored both colt and phaeton. "They remind me so of the movies," she said.

Spottswood seemed to have much business at the Tillage of late and often he would suggest that Betsy should get in his buggy and Jo and Rebecca drive the colt. This arrangement suited all parties. Rebecca was supposed to walk home from the mill in the afternoon but she often found her uncle waiting for her when the grey colt made his leisurely way down the road.

The eternal feminine in Rebecca soon sensed the budding romance. She thrilled with it and did all in her power to further it, managing to lead the conversation to Betsy when she was in her uncle's presence and to Spot when she was with Betsy. Sometimes she could not help teasing a little but she did it with delicate adroitness.

"I'm getting kind of uneasy about Uncle Spot," Rebecca confided to her friend, "driving me over every morning and meeting me so often in the afternoon. He's so anxious to spare the grey colt, too, by taking part of his load when he goes over to the Court House."