"You will have a beautiful night," she said. "The wind blows cool and refreshing."
"You had better ride a little way with us, Mrs. Yates," said Dickinson.
"I would, but I have a headache," she answered, sweetly.
"Now, why can't you be honest and say you are glad to see us start?" returned her husband.
"Because I never tell stories," she replied, with her pleasant laugh; "I was always taught to consider it wicked."
"What heavenly principles!" sneered Yates. "I declare, Sybil, you are too good for this world."
"Well," exclaimed Tom, "she's needed in it, anyhow! Smart, handsome women are too scarce for her to be spared."
Sybil swept him a courtesy, and Yates laughed outright.
"Tom waxes gallant," said he. "You ought to be grateful, Syb, for his compliments. He isn't given to flattering you women, I can tell you."