A March of Heroes 123

He had therefore a great desire to tide her
over this period of evil fortune.

‘I’m going to take you to a concert,”
he said, one evening. ‘ Are you ready?”

Doris sprang to her feet as she might
have done in the old days. Then she
remembered and stood waiting until her
mother came and guided her from the
room. But when she returned, ready for
the expedition, her cheeks were flushed
and her voice full of excitement and delight.
A cab came and they drove towards the
concert hall.

“I wish you could see things, Doris,”
said the Visitor, clumsily. “We'll have
good times together when you are well
again.”

“Yes,” said Doris, wistfully, “I should
like to see the houses, and the people, and
the streets. But they’re not all golden,
are they? I used to think they were, once
upon a time, when I was small.”

“Not golden exactly,” said the Visitor ;
“but they are very lovely. The horses