"Holt. Jerry Holt. Most folks forgit the Mister. Shall I take yer bag?" It was standing where Mrs. Porter had descended from the train, and Jerry unhooked his thumbs and clumped across the platform in the heavy boots in which he had gone clamming that morning. Maud Porter, her spirits high, entered the old carryall. She suddenly decided not to mention her acquaintance with Miss Barry, but to pursue her way independently. Deliberately her companion placed her bag in the carriage, then lifted the weight which anchored his steed to duty, and took his place on the front seat, half turning with a sociable air to include his passenger. "Git ap, Molly," he remarked, and Molly somewhat stiffly consented to move. "You have a nice horse," remarked his passenger fatuously. She knew her own folly, but reveled in it. Pegasus himself could not have pleased her at this moment so well as Jerry Holt's bay. It proved that her remark was the open sesame to her driver's heart. "There's wuss," he admitted. "Ye see me lift that weight jest now? It's nonsense to use it, but Molly's a female, after all, and in-gines comin' and goin' might git on her nerves; but take her in the ro'd, now, that hoss, she ain't afraid o' no nameable thing!" The sea-blue eyes met his listener with a challenge. "Not autos even?" with open admiration. Jerry Holt snorted. "Shoot! She looks down on 'em. Miss--Miss--" "Oh, excuse me. I forgot you didn't know me. I'm Mrs. Porter, from Chicago." "Chicago, eh? We've got a neighbor out there. Barry his name is. A banker. Ever hear of him?" "Oh, yes, certainly." "Sister lives here still. We all went to school together." They were driving on a good road between green fields, and Mrs. Porter scented the crisp sea air. "There's a handsome new house started over there," she said, indicating a hill which was to their left. "Who's building that?" "Wall, now," the driver responded in his slow, mellifluous tones, "I couldn't tell ye--sudden." Mrs. Porter leaned back in the carriage with a sigh of ineffable contentment, and thought of the corner of State and Madison streets. In a minute more the glorious blue of the ocean came in sight, and scattered cottages, which with delightful irregularity were set down at random, some of them surrounded with trees and shrubs. Mrs. Porter leaned forward with sparkling eyes. "Don't take me anywhere just yet," she said. "Drive about a little. Have you time?" "Plenty," declared her companion. "Hain't got to go to the station only once more to-day. Git ap, Molly." "Oh, let her walk if she wants to. This is beautiful!"