't it?"

"I do not know. I have no grown cousins," she replied, demurely. "You
Americans have such funny customs, though. Where I live, no gentleman
would think of pressing a lady's hand until it pained her. Is it
necessary?" In the question there was a quiet dignity, half submerged
in scorn, so pointed, so unmistakable that he flushed, turned cold with
mortification, and hastily removed the amorous fingers.

"I crave your pardon. It is such a strain to hold myself and you against
the rolling of this wagon that I unconsciously gripped your hand harder
than I knew. You--you will not misunderstand my motive?" he begged,
fearful lest he had offended her by his ruthlessness.

"I could not misunderstand something that does not exist," she said,
simply, proudly.

"By Jove, she's beyond comparison!" he thought.

"You have explained, and I am sorry I spoke as I did. I shall not again
forget how much I owe you."

"Your indebtedness, if there be one, does not deprive you of the liberty
to speak to me as you will. You could not say anything unjust without
asking my forgiveness, and when you do that you more than pay the debt.
It is worth a great deal to me to hear you say that you owe something to
me, for I am only too glad to be your creditor. If there is a debt, you
shall never pay it; it is too pleasant an account to be settled with
'you're welcome.' If you insist that you owe much to me, I shall refuse
to cancel the debt, and allow it to draw interest forever."

"What a financier!" she cried. "That jest yeas worthy of a courtier's
deepest flattery. Let me say that I am proud to owe my gratitude to you.
You will not permit it to grow less."

"That was either irony or the prettiest speech a woman ever uttered," he
said, warmly. "I also am curious about something. You were reading
over my shoulder in the observation car--" "I was not!" she exclaimed,
indignantly. "How did you know that?" she inconsistently went on.

"You forget the mirror in the opposite side of the car."

"Ach, now I am offended."

"With a poor old mirror? For shame! Yet, in the name of our American
glass industry, I ask your forgiveness. It shall not happen again. You
will admit that you were trying to read over my shoulder. Thanks for
that immutable nod. Well, I am curious to know what you were so eager to
read."

"Since you presume to believe the mirror instead of me, I will tell you.
There was a despatch on the first page that interested me dee