"
When at last they pulled up, Graydon said, "Your horse is awfully
strong and restless to-day."
"Yes; he has not been used enough of late. He'll be quiet before
night, for I am enjoying this so much that I should like to return in
the same way."
"I am delighted to hear you say so. My spirits begin to rise the
moment I am with you, and you are the only woman I ever knew from
whose side I could not go with the feeling, 'Well, some other time
would suit me now.'"
Her laugh rang out so suddenly and merrily that her horse sprang into
a gallop, but she checked him speedily, and thought, with an exultant
thrill, "Graydon now has surely revealed an unmistakable symptom." To
him she said:
"You amuse me immensely. You are almost as outspoken as little Harry,
and, like him, you mistake the impression of the moment for the
immutable."
"Now, that's not fair to me. I've been constant to you. Own up, Madge,
haven't I?"
With a glance and smile which she never gave to others, and rarely to
him, she said:
"I own up. I don't believe a real brother would have been half so
nice.".
"Let the past guarantee the future, then. Shake hands against all
future misunderstandings."
She was scarcely ready to shake hands on such a basis, but of course
would have complied.
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