Then they knew each other.
"Why, Diamond, it's a bad beginning to run into your own
father," cried the driver.
"But, father, wouldn't it have been a bad ending to run
into your own son?" said Diamond in return; and the two men
laughed heartily.
"This is very kind of you, I'm sure, Stonecrop," said his
father.
"Not a bit. He's a brave fellow, and'll be fit to drive on
his own hook in a week or two. But I think you'd better let him
drive you home now, for his mother don't like his having over
much of the night air, and I promised not to take him farther
than the square."
"Come along then, Diamond," said his father, as he brought
his cab up to the other, and moved off the box to the seat
beside it. Diamond jumped across, caught at the reins, said
"Good-night, and thank you, Mr. Stonecrop," and drove away home,
feeling more of a man than he had ever yet had a chance of
feeling in all his life. Nor did his father find it necessary to
give him a single hint as to his driving. Only I suspect the
fact that it was old Diamond, and old Diamond on his way to his
stable, may have had something to do with young Diamond's
success.
"Well, child," said his mother, when he entered the room,
"you've not been long gone.
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