“Of course you shall have a drink!” exclaimed Grace, as she let him have his head. Then she felt thirsty herself, and looked about for something that would serve as a mounting block, in case she got down. She saw nothing near; but a ragged, barefooted, freckled-faced and snub-nosed urchin, coming along just then, divined her desire. “Want a drink, lady?” he asked, smiling. “Yes,” answered Grace, “but I have no cup.” “I kin make ye one.” Straightway he fashioned a natural flagon from a leaf of the wild grape vine that grew nearby, piercing the leaf with its own stem so that it formed a cup out of which a Druid might have quaffed ambrosia. “There’s a cup,” he said. “I allers makes ’em that way when I wants a drink.” He filled it from the running water and held it up. Grace drank thirstily, and asked for more. “And here is something for you,” she said with a smile, as she passed down some chocolates she had slipped into a small pocket of her riding habit. “Say, is it Christmas, or Fourth of July?” gasped the urchin as he accepted them. “Thanks, lady.” Grace again smiled down at him, and Prince, having dipped his muzzle into the cool water again, for very pleasure in having all he wanted, swung about and trotted on. The distance was not long now, and Grace, noting the gathering clouds, was glad of it. “I’m sure I don’t want to be caught in a storm,” she said. “This stuff shrinks so,” and she glanced down at her velvet skirt. “I wouldn’t have it made up again. I hope the storm doesn’t spoil Will’s ball game,” She urged Prince to a faster pace, and, cantering along a quiet stretch of road, was soon at the house of Mr. Ford’s mother. “Why Grace!” exclaimed the elderly lady, “I expected Will to come over. Your father said——” “I know, grandma, but Will—well, he is wild about baseball, and I said I’d come for him.” “That was good of you.” “Oh, no it wasn’t. I don’t deserve any praise. Chocolates and Prince—a big bribe, grandma.” “Oh, you young folks! Well, come in. Thomas will see to Prince.” “I can’t stay long.” “No, I suppose not. Your father wanted these papers in a hurry. He would have come himself, but he had some matters to attend to. And, its being rather a family affair, he did not want to send one of his law clerks. Those young men tattle so.” “I wonder if they are any worse than girls, grandma?” “Oh, much—much! But come in, and I will have Ellen make you a cup of tea. It is refreshing on a hot day. Then I will get you the papers. It is very warm.” “Yes, I think we will have a shower.” “Then I must not keep you. Is everyone well?” “Yes. How have you been?” “Oh, well enough for an old lady.” “Old, grandma? I only hope I look as nice as you when I get——” “Now, my dear, no flattery. I had my share of that when I was younger, though I must say your grandfather knew how to turn a compliment to perfection. Ah, my dear, there are not many like him now-a-days. Not many!” and she sighed.