oduced. People often took their friends driving in the
country. It was just a bit strange that he should do the driving and
not her father, but it did not bother her long; and after a while, she
was rather glad that the friend did sit in front.

She abandoned herself to Complete Happiness against those marvelously
soft cushions in the limousine. She dearly loved to ride, and she did
not get near enough of it at the Farm. In fact, motion of any sort had
a charm for Arethusa. But she had never felt motion so superlative as
this. It was even more exhilarating than the train had been, so swiftly
they moved forward, and so silently.

Her momentary shyness with her father began to disappear under the
influence of her enjoyment. She glanced around at him from under her
long lashes and found him watching her.

His daughter's appearance was proving interestingly mystifying to Ross.
Where in the world had she got that red hair and those wonderful Irish
eyes? She had not a single feature like her mother. Her tallness, he
thought, could be said to have come straight from him. And that
ever-changing play of expression across her face,--it was quite
fascinating.

Though thus watching her, from the moment they had sat down, Ross was
rather at a loss how to begin conversation; he had not entirely
recovered from that first embrace. But he could not help, however,
replying to her smile, the friendliest possible smile, with which she
conveyed to him her delight in the machine.

"So you like to ride?"

"I _love_ it!" she answered, enthusiastically. "This.... It's just
like flying!"

Ross liked this unbridled ecstasy; it was decidedly refreshing.

"Ever ridden in one before?"

Arethusa shook her head vigorously.

"But I should certainly have thought automobiles had penetrated to
Barnett County!"

"Some people in town have them," Arethusa came quickly to the defence
of her county, "but it's nobody I really know. Timothy was going to get
one, but his silo blew down and he couldn't this summer; because he put
up a concrete one in its place and it cost so much."

"Who is Timothy?"

"Why, Timothy is.... Why, Timothy.... He's just Timothy Jarvis ... Father."
She added the "Father" a trifle shyly, it being the very first time
she had ever addressed that title to him in person. "Aunt 'Liza wants
me to marry him," she continued, as if that ought to explain matters
perfectly.

Ross remembered the Jarvises. "I see, but how about you