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Jud
looked
after
her
with
amused
affection
.
"
Maybe
you
'd
like
to
come
too
,
Louis
,
"
"
I
would
,
"
Louis
said
.
He
looked
at
Rachel
.
"
You
want
to
come
,
honey
?
"
"
What
about
Gage
?
I
thought
it
was
a
mile
.
"
"
I
'll
put
him
in
the
Gerrypack
.
"
Rachel
laughed
.
"
Okay
...
but
it
's
your
back
,
mister
.
"
They
started
off
ten
minutes
later
,
all
of
them
but
Gage
wearing
boots
.
Gage
was
sitting
up
in
the
Gerrypack
and
looking
at
everything
over
Louis
's
shoulder
,
goggle-eyed
.
Ellie
ranged
ahead
constantly
,
chasing
butterflies
and
picking
flowers
.
The
grass
in
the
back
field
was
almost
waist
high
,
and
now
there
was
goldenrod
,
that
late-summer
gossip
which
comes
to
tattle
on
autumn
every
year
.
But
there
was
no
autumn
in
the
air
today
;
today
the
sun
was
still
all
August
,
although
calendar
August
was
almost
two
weeks
gone
.
By
the
time
they
had
reached
the
top
of
the
first
hill
,
walking
strung
out
along
the
mown
path
,
there
were
big
patches
of
sweat
under
Louis
's
arms
.
Jud
paused
.
At
first
Louis
thought
it
might
be
because
the
old
man
was
winded
--
then
he
saw
the
view
that
had
opened
out
behind
them
.
"
Pretty
up
here
,
"
Jud
said
,
putting
a
piece
of
timothy
grass
between
his
teeth
.
Louis
thought
he
had
just
heard
the
quintessential
Yankee
understatement
.
