"Well," she said, resuming their conversation, "I don't think I can go,
but I'll see. You'll be playing for the dancing, I suppose?"

"No. I won't play if Dan is around, and I guess he'll be there. I may
spell him a little perhaps."

"Then you'll be dancing yourself. You're great at that, I know."

"Me? Not much. It's Dick. Oh, he's a dandy! He's a bird! You ought to
see him! I'll make him do the Highland Fling."

"Oh, Dick, Dick!" she cried impatiently, "everything is Dick with you."

Barney glanced at her, and after a moment's pause said, "Yes. I guess
you're right. Everything is pretty much Dick with me. Next to my mother,
Dick is the finest in all the world."

At the crest of the hill they stood looking silently upon the scene
spread out before them.

"There," said Barney, "if I live to be a hundred years, I can't forget
that," and he waved his hand over the valley. Then he continued, "I tell
you what, with the moon just over the pond there making a track of
light across the pond--" She glanced shyly at him. The sombre eyes were
looking far away.

"I know," she said softly; "it must be lovely."

Through the silence that followed there rose and fell with musical