promised herself to have done forever with that unpleasant
trait. Also, down underneath, there was a hurt that had nothing to do with
vanity.

Scott rode silently, occupied with his thoughts. He glanced now and then,
however, at the slender figure of the girl who rode beside him. She was
very pleasing to look upon, with her curly, reddish hair, big dark eyes,
delicate features, and smooth tanned skin. Her white hat was pulled down
to shade her eyes; her brown coat, trousers and boots wore a jaunty
appearance; but it was not altogether of appearances that Scott was
thinking.

It is possible with some of us to view the outward and the inward at the
same time and to render quite unrelated verdicts. Scott had been conscious
of doing this before with Polly Street, but of late somehow the verdicts
had begun to agree. He was finding the inward Polly quite as attractive as
the outward. Had she changed or had he learned to look deeper, he
wondered? He had thought her spoiled and superficial, yet possessing
undoubtedly worth-while qualities, such as pluck and honesty--things you
cannot be deceived in.

Now he was finding another side to the girl; a something very sweet and
lovable. Was he being led away by the eye of man which is troubled by many
things, or was the better side of the girl coming to the surface under
different conditions? Was she beginning to care a little for him or was
she playing with him as she probably had done with the Henderson boy?
Scott set his teeth grimly.

There are after all two great classes into which humanity may be divided;
those who are living purposefully, in the higher sense of the word, and
those who are drifting. The purposeful people may and often do go wrong,
but they have at least something to come back to when they right
themselves. The drifters, on the other hand, are not only without help for
themselves, but have a dreadful way of clutching at the purposeful ones
and submerging them as well. The average man or woman who belongs to the
former class has rather a horror of the drifter and likes to give him a
wide berth. Something of this nature had passed through Scott's head more
than once when he had been attracted by a woman whose outer and inner
trappings did not correspond.

It was so easy, however, to like this auburn-headed youngster, who seemed
to have gotten over her anger against him and to be beginning to like him.
She had such a warm, quick smile; such a caressing look in