There is no spot more delightful in early April than the sunny side of the barn, and Ans and Bert felt this, though they did not say it. The eaves were dripping, the doves cooing, the hens singing their harsh-throated, weirdly suggestive songs, and the thrilling warmth and vitality of the sun and wind of spring made the great, rude fellows shudder with a strange delight. Anson held out his palm to catch the sunshine in it, took off his hat to feel the wind, and mused:
"This is a great world—and a great day. I wish't it was always spring."
"Say," began Bert abruptly, "it seems pretty well understood that you're her father—but where do I come in?"
"You ought to be her husband." A light leaped into the younger man's face. "But go slow," Anson went on gravely. "This package is marked 'Glass; handle with care.'"
The End.
[D. Appleton & Co's Publications.]
Appleton's Summer Series, 1891
TOURMALIN'S TIME CHEQUES. By F. Anstey, author of "Vice Versâ," "The Giant's Robe," etc.
"Its author has struck another rich vein of whimsicality and humor."—San Francisco Argonaut.