from his happy eyes--
(You always said they should have been a girl's.)
Half of his Eden sunlight buried lies
Amid the meshes of those baby curls.

BROWN BETTY

By GRACE S. RICHMOND

"It's all right, Joe," said Miss Farnsworth, rapidly drawing on a pair
of heavy white gloves. "You needn't be in the least afraid to trust me
with the colts. And the station agent can find somebody to help him
load the wagon for me."

She sprang in and took her seat at the front of the big farm wagon--a
most unusual and dainty figure there, in her crisp white linen. She
gathered the reins deftly, said gayly to the people on the farmhouse
porch: "When I come back I'll show you unpatriotic persons how to keep
Fourth of July in the country," and would have driven off with a
flourish but for one unforeseen and effective hindrance. Joe remained
stolidly at the heads of the two restless black colts.

"You may give them their heads now, Joe," said the girl, decisively.

"In jest a minute, miss."

"Now. I'm in a hurry."

But Joe remained stationary. He turned his head and eyed uneasily a
window above the porch, murmuring: "Jest a minute, now----"

Miss Farnsworth waited half the designated period, then she said,
imperatively: "Joe, be so kind as to let go of those horses."

Joe pretended to have found something wrong with the bridle of the off
horse. Miss Farnsworth watched him skeptically. And an instant later
Stuart Jarvis appeared upon the porch, hat in hand, smiling at the
driver of the farm wagon.

"May I go with you?" he asked, easily, coming up.

There was no reason why she should refuse, particularly with three
middle-aged women, two elderly gentlemen, and four girls observing
with interest from the porch. Neither was there good reason for
refusing to allow Mr. Jarvis to take the reins, since he leaped up at
the right side of the wagon, and held out his hand for them as a
matter of course. But the moment they were around the first bend in
the road Agnes Farnsworth attempted to adjust affairs to her original
intentions.

"Would you mind letting me drive?" she asked. The words, though spoken
with a silver tongue, had rather the effect of a notification than of
an interrogation.

"Not in the least," returned Jarvis, making no motion, however, to
resign the reins, "provided you can prove that I am authorized to give
up my charge."

She looked at him as if she doubted whether she had heard aright. "You
kn