(Hadn’t written, I thought. But no one shall ever know what I had dreamed and hoped in those four years.) I was looking into Eloise’s eyes; she flushed, for I saw she knew my thoughts. "You shan’t be hard on Jack," she said, taking my part as it seemed to save herself. "Jack, dear," and she took my hand in hers, her eyes for the first time flashed with sympathy, "we must do as of old, we must pool interests, when she is against us we must combine to beat her. And to prove it I am going to defy her and kiss you, for you’ve heard her say that we are betrothed, and this is always the first thing after a betrothal," and with the old daring in her eyes she looked up at me. I remember into what a perfect Cupid’s bow her hitherto straight lips curved, and I flushed crimson as my lips met hers. Aunt Lucretia, seeing this, said with emphatic shame, "Tut—tut, unsanitary and silly! Get into the surrey, Jack. Thomas, drive these two fools home!" In my heart I thanked Aunt Lucretia for that tirade. I knew Eloise of old. She was always on the side of the under dog. For that reason she had kissed me. Still, with all her pretense I noticed that Aunt Lucretia had arranged that we should sit together, and had seated herself in front with Thomas, where she could watch her roan span trot off. "Eloise," I whispered, dropping my hand on hers, "is it really you? I never dreamed you would be so beautiful. I have loved you always, Little Sister. Don’t you love me a little?" She laughed at my low voice. Then she suddenly grew serious, and said in a tone that hurt me, "Of course I do, Jack, as your adopted sister. But don’t!" she protested, as I tried to kiss her cheek. "You are acting so queerly; as if we were really in love!" I drew back, very much hurt. "Eloise!" "Don’t be silly, Jack, or you’ll spoil it all. Haven’t I always been your little sister?" "But surely, Eloise," I said, my heart in my throat, "after all these years—you don’t know how I’ve loved you always, and lately yearned for home and you." She gave me a startled look. "Jack, we must stop this. I have something to tell you." The hills swayed as the surrey rushed by. I saw the old field mistily, the distant trees and the white lime roads. I was almost reeling in the fear which her tone had brought. "What do you think of them?" asked Aunt Lucretia proudly. I looked at the handsome pair, stepping like one, at a good three minutes’ gait. "Splendid," I said. "I should guess they were Young Hickory’s, and their dam, Nuthunter." Uncle Thomas could not restrain a laugh. These horses were his pride. "Ain’t los’ none of yo’ hoss sense hobnobbin’ with them furrin’ folks, Marse Jack. You sho’ hit it ’zactly!" "I was afraid," went on Aunt Lucretia, "that I might not be successful in straightening out the Nuthunter legs; he hasn’t the best of hocks, you know. But did you ever see anything more beautiful?" she added. "I never," I answered, looking steadily into Eloise’s eyes.