in.

Jefferson's eyes were twinkling beads as he greeted his master. "I sure
is glad to see you, Mr. Randy. Miss Caroline, she say there was another
gemp'mun?"

"He's here--Major Prime. You run in there and look after his bags."

Randy unbuttoned the flaps and gave a gasp of astonishment:

"_Becky_--Becky Bannister!"

In another moment she was out on the platform, and he was holding her
hands, protesting in the meantime, "You'll get wet, my dear----"

"Oh, I want to be rained on, Randy. It's so heavenly to have you home. I
caught Jefferson on the way down. I didn't even wait to get my hat."

[Illustration: "IT'S SO HEAVENLY TO HAVE YOU HOME"]

She did not need a hat. It would have hidden her hair. George Dalton,
watching her from the door, decided that he had never seen such hair,
bronze, parted on the side, with a thick wave across the forehead, it
shaded eyes which were clear wells of light.

She was a little thing with a quality in her youth which made one think
of the year at the spring, of the day at morn, of Botticelli's
Simonetta, of Shelley's lark, of Wordsworth's daffodils, of Keats' Eve
of St. Agnes--of all the lovely radiant things of which the poets of the
world have sung----