face."

"I shouldn't suppose an interesting profile, whatever that is,
would offset a shock of fire-red hair. Now, both Chester's
hair and mine - "

"His hair isn't fire-red. It's a - rather strong - auburn."

Macauley shouted and the rest laughed with him.

"Rather strong! I should say it was. I've been worried about
having him sit near the gasoline tank, it brings his hair so
close to a high combustible. But it has one advantage: if we
don't get home before dark we shan't need to light up. Red's
torch of a head will do the trick; we can come in by the
refulgence from that."

"I shall be sitting in its light going back, anyhow," Miss
Hempstead exulted.

"Much good it will do you," prophesied Chester.

It did Pauline so much good as that she was able to obtain
many looks at the profile she admired, for she saw it
clean-cut against the passing landscape for the sixty miles of
daylight out of the seventy-five miles home, while she sat
beside its owner and tried many times to draw him into talk.
His taciturnity on this particular day was a thing beyond any
experience with it she had yet had. She had heard Burns talk,
and talk well, on many different subjects, the while he sat