Claude sat for nearly a minute in silence, then he rose. "I guess you're right. I've made a mistake. I've made a mistake in the girl." He spoke with a curious hardness in his voice. "Good-evening, Miss Kennedy." He went out with dignity and in good order. His retreat was not ludicrous. He left the girl with the feeling that she had lost her temper, and with the knowledge that she had uttered a lie. He put his horses to the buggy with a mournful self-pity as he saw the wheels glisten. He had done all this for a scornful girl who could not treat him decently. As he drove slowly down the road he mused deeply. It was a knock-down blow, surely. He was a just man, so far as he knew, and as he studied the situation over he could not blame the girl. In the light of her convincing wrath he comprehended that the sharp things she had said to him in the past were not make-believe--not love-taps, but real blows. She had not been coquetting with him; she had tried to keep him away. She considered herself too good for a hired man. Well, maybe she was. Anyhow, she had gone out of his reach, hopelessly. As he came past the Haldemans' he saw Nina sitting out under the trees in the twilight. On the impulse he pulled in. His mind took another turn. Here was a woman who was open and aboveboard in her affection. Her words meant what they stood for. He remembered how she had bloomed out the last few months. She has the making of a handsome woman in her, he thought. She saw him and came out to the gate, and while he leaned out of his carriage she rested her arms on the gate and looked up at him. She looked pale and sad, and he was touched. "How's the old lady?" he asked. "Oh, she's up! She is much change-ed. She is veak and quiet." "Quiet, is she? Well, that's good." "She t'inks God strike her fer her vickedness. Never before did she fainted like dot." "Well, don't spoil that notion in her. It may do her a world of good." "Der priest come. He saidt it wass a punishment. She saidt I should marry who I like." Claude looked at her searchingly. She was certainly much improved. All she needed was a little encouragement and advice and she would make a handsome wife. If the old lady had softened down, her son-in-law could safely throw up the creamery job and become the boss of the farm. The old man was used up, and the farm needed some one right away. He straightened up suddenly. "Get your hat," he said, "and we'll take a ride." She started erect, and he could see her pale face glow with joy. "With you?" "With me. Get your best hat. We may turn up at the minister's and get married--if a Sunday marriage is legal." As she hurried up the walk he said to himself, "I'll bet it gives Lucindy a shock!" And the thought pleased him mightily. A Day's Pleasure "Mainly it is long and wearyful, and has a home of toil at one end and a dull little town at the other." I