The cow suddenly switched her tail at a teasing gadfly, and the girl precipitately sought my side. Reuben sprang out of the rockaway and lay down and rolled in his uncontrollable mirth. "Was there anything ever so ridiculous?" cried Adah; for to the country girl Miss Warren's fear was affectation. At Adah's words Miss Warren's face suddenly became white and resolute. "You, at least, shall not despise me," she said to me in a low tone; and shutting her eyes she made a blind rush toward the cow. I had barely time to catch her, or she would have thrown herself on the horns of the startled animal that, with tail in air, careered away among the trees. The girl was so weak and faint that I had to support her; but I could not forbear saying, in a tone that she alone heard: "Do we ever despise that which we love supremely?" "Hush!" she answered sternly. Mrs. Yocomb was soon at our side with a flask of currant wine, and Adah laughed a little bitterly as she said, "It was 'as good as a play'!" Miss Warren recovered herself speedily by the aid of the generous wine, and this was the only cloud on our simple festivity. In her response to my ardent words she seemingly had satisfied her conscience, and she acted like one bent on making the most of this one occasion of fleeting pleasure. Adah was the only one who mentioned the banker. "How Mr. Hearn would have enjoyed being here with us!" she exclaimed. Miss Warren's response was a sudden pallor and a remorseful expression; but Mr. Yocomb and I speedily created a diversion of thought; I saw, however, that Adah was watching her with a perplexed brow. The hours quickly passed, and in the deepening shadows we returned homeward, Miss Warren singing some sweet old ballads, to which my heart kept time. She seemed both to bring the evening to a close, and sat down at the piano. Adah and I listened, well content. Having put the children to bed Mrs. Yocomb joined us, and we chatted over the pleasant trip while waiting for Mr. Yocomb and Reuben, who had not returned from the barn. At last Mrs. Yocomb said heartily, as if summing it all up: "Well, Richard, thee's given us a bright, merry afternoon." "Yes, Richard," Miss Warren began, as if her heart had spoken unawares--"I beg your pardon--Mr. Morton--" and then she stopped in piteous confusion, for I had turned toward her with all my unspeakable love in my face. Adah's laugh rang out a little harshly. I hastened to the rescue of the embarrassed girl, saying, "I don't see why you should beg my pardon. We're all Friends here. At least I'm trying to be one as fast as a leopard can change his spots and the Ethiopian his skin. As for you, a tailor would say you were cut from the same cloth as Mrs. Yocomb."