“I’m going to drive over to the fair,” pursued David. “I’d like to take my best girl along pretty well; but you’ll do, Jimmy.”
Barbara hesitated, her eyes averted.
“Of course, if you’re afraid to trust him with me——” mocked David. “I’ve a tolerably fast horse here, and I’m supposed to be a reckless——”
“It isn’t that,” she interrupted hurriedly. “He may go, if he’d like to.”
Jimmy burst into a shout of joy.
“I guess I’d better brush my hair,” he exulted, “and put on my best clo’es! Shall I, Barbara?”
“You’re well enough as you are,” David said peremptorily. “Jump in, boy, and we’ll be off!”
She stood watching them as they drove away, the little boy’s yellow hair blowing about his rosy face.
“Good-bye, Barbara!” he shouted. “We’re going awful fast!”
David’s attention seemed centred upon his horse. He did not once look at the girl, as she waved her hand in token of a cheerful good-bye.