Bobaday felt his loss when the cream-colored horse could no longer
be discerned in the growing distance. Grandma Padgett smiled
pleasantly ahead through her blue glasses: she had received the
parting good wishes of a kinsman; family ties had very strong
significance when this country was newer. Aunt Corinne gazed on the
warm gold dollar in her palm, and wagged her head affectionately over
it for cousin Padgett's sake.

The afternoon sun sagged so low it stared into grandma's blue.
spectacles and made even Corinne shelter her eyes. Zene drove far
ahead with his load to secure lodgings for the night. Having left
behind the last acquaintance and entered upon the realities of the
journey, grandma considered it time to take off her Leghorn bonnet
and replace it with the brown barege one drawn over wire. So Bobaday
drew out a bandbox from under the back seat and helped grandma make
the change. The seat-curtain dropped over the Leghorn in its bandbox;
and this reminded him that there were other things beside millinery
stowed away in the carriage. Playthings could be felt by an
appreciative hand thrust under the seat; and a pocket in the side
curtain was also stuffed.

"I think I'll put my gold money in the bottom of that pocket," said
aunt Corinne, "just where I can find it easy every day."

She drew out all the package and dropped it in, and, having stuffed
the pocket again, at once emptied it to see that her piece had not
slipped through some ambushed hole. Aunt Corinne was considered a
flighty damsel by all her immediate relatives and acquaintances. She
had a piquant little face containing investigating hazel eyes. Her
brown hair was cut square off and held back from her brow by a round