“Yes; they’ve been right busy. That’s why I thought I’d call. Will yu’ come for a ride, ma’am?” “Dear me! I--” “You can ride my hawss. He’s gentle.” “What! And you walk?” “No, ma’am. Nor the two of us ride him THIS time, either.” At this she turned entirely pink, and he, noticing, went on quietly: “I’ll catch up one of Taylor’s hawsses. Taylor knows me.” “No. I don’t really think I could do that. But thank you. Thank you very much. I must go now and see how Mrs. Taylor’s fire is.” “I’ll look after that, ma’am. I’d like for yu’ to go ridin’ mighty well. Yu’ have no babies this mawnin’ to be anxious after.” At this shaft, Grandmother Stark flashed awake deep within the spirit of her descendant, and she made a haughty declaration of war. “I don’t know what you mean, sir,” she said. Now was his danger; for it was easy to fall into mere crude impertinence and ask her why, then, did she speak thus abruptly? There were various easy things of this kind for him to say. And any rudeness would have lost him the battle. But the Virginian was not the man to lose such a battle in such a way. His shaft had hit. She thought he referred to those babies about whom last night she had shown such superfluous solicitude. Her conscience was guilty. This was all that he had wished to make sure of before he began operations. “Why, I mean,” said he, easily, sitting down near the door, “that it’s Sunday. School don’t hinder yu’ from enjoyin’ a ride to-day. You’ll teach the kids all the better for it to-morro’, ma’am. Maybe it’s your duty.” And he smiled at her. “My duty! It’s quite novel to have strangers--” “Am I a stranger?” he cut in, firing his first broadside. “I was introduced, ma’am,” he continued, noting how she had flushed again. “And I would not be oversteppin’ for the world. I’ll go away if yu’ want.” And hereupon he quietly rose, and stood, hat in hand. Molly was flustered. She did not at all want him to go. No one of her admirers had ever been like this creature. The fringed leathern chaparreros, the cartridge belt, the flannel shirt, the knotted scarf at the neck, these things were now an old story to her. Since her arrival she had seen young men and old in plenty dressed thus. But worn by this man now standing by her door, they seemed to radiate romance. She did not want him to go--and she wished to win her battle. And now in her agitation she became suddenly severe, as she had done at Hoosic Junction. He should have a punishment to remember! “You call yourself a man, I suppose,” she said. But he did not tremble in the least. Her fierceness filled him with delight, and the tender desire of ownership flooded through him. “A grown-up, responsible man,” she repeated. “Yes, ma’am. I think so.” He now sat down again. “And you let them think that--that Mr. McLean--You dare not look me in the face and say that Mr. McLean did that last night!” “I reckon I dassent.” “There! I knew it! I said so from the first!”