"You poor tired darling," whispered Aunt Kate. She fixed a look of great severity over Virginia's shoulder at her own daughter. "Helen," she cried, "do you expect visitors to carry their own baggage? Take Virginia's bag to the surrey." As Helen obediently departed, Aunt Kate gave her guest a motherly hug, meanwhile making strange noises in her throat. Releasing one arm with great care lest the girl be disturbed, she endeavored to wipe a tear from her wrinkled cheek with a finger. "Come, child," she said sharply. "You must get to bed. How do you feel?" When she learned of the headache she commiserated with her niece. "You poor child. Sleep is the best treatment for that." A surrey drawn by a remarkably fat horse was waiting for them back of the station. "Don't you feel well, Cousin Virginia?" inquired Helen from the front seat. "It's only a headache, Cousin Helen." There was sincere relief in Helen's voice as she replied, "I am so glad that it is nothing worse." Virginia and her Aunt climbed into the back seat of the conveyance. "Hush," cried Helen in a loud whisper. "Archimedes is asleep. It's a shame to disturb him. I haven't the heart to hit him," she giggled. "Be careful and don't strike that horse cruelly, Helen," Aunt Kate warned her daughter, as if that maiden were habitually guilty of cruelty to animals. Helen disregarded her mother's remark. "Archimedes is dreaming of corn and oats and hay and green pastures. He must dream of such things, as he never thinks of anything else," she laughed. "Stop your nonsense, Helen. I have a sick girl here who should be in bed." "I'm better already," protested Virginia. "Get up, Arch," cried Helen. Archimedes stood fast. "Arch," she called again. No movement followed. "Pull on the reins, Helen," suggested Aunt Kate. "Mother, how many times must I tell you that to pull on the reins is no way to start a horse. A logical minded animal would expect you to push on the lines when you want him to stop, and that wouldn't do at all." That mischievous giggle came again and Helen gave the horse a smart tap with the whip. The lazy steed flinched slightly and moved slowly forward. "Don't be cruel, Helen, and keep in the gutter." "Mother, there are no automobiles out at this time of night. For once, when we have company, we should drive in the middle of the road. As we pay taxes, we have a right there," argued Helen. "I am getting curvature of the spine from driving with one wheel in the gutter." "It is so much safer, Helen. Archimedes can't get out of the way quickly." "Why should he? Let the automobiles make room for us once. Are we frightened chickens to flee from them?" "It makes the people in the machines so cross, Helen. They say such unkind things." Delightful remembrances returned to Helen. "Mother, are you thinking of the man who offered to lend us his jack to move Archimedes out of the road?" "That man was very angry."