name."

Jefferson was the negro boy who drove the horses. There was a great
splashing of red mud as he drew up. The flaps of the surrey closed it
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