deepened the vermilion in the beauty's cheek could only tinge that
of the other with a ghastly blue. The delicate creature shivered
and sighed.

"I wish we were there."

"Really, Bel, I sometimes think your veins are filled with water
instead of blood. It's not cold to-day, is it, Mr. De Forrest?"

"Well, all I can say with certainty," he replied, "is that I have
been in a glow for the last two hours. I thought it was chilly
before that."

"You are near to 'glory' then," cried the boy saucily, from his
perch on the driver's box.

"Of course I am," said Mr. De Forrest in a low tone, and leaning
towards the maiden.

"You are both nearer being silly," she replied, pettishly. "Dan,
behave yourself, and speak when you are spoken to."

The boy announced his independence of sisterly control by beginning
to whistle, and the young lady addressed as "Bel" remarked, "Mr.
De Forrest is no judge of the weather under the circumstances. He
doubtless regards the day as bright and serene. But he was evidently
a correct judge up to the time he joined you, Lottie."

"He joined you as much as he did me."