“Sure thing!” exclaimed Bill. “I’d forgot all about it.”
“Like nothin’!” exclaimed the maid. “You’ve been countin’ the hours till you got here—I know you.”
Meanwhile her companion had slipped from her horse. “Well, good-by, Molly, wish I could stay longer.”
“Good-by. Run down again.”
“I will. You come up.”
The young passenger sprang to the ground and politely said: “May I help you in?”
Bill stared, the girl smiled, and her companion called: “Be careful, Berrie, don’t hurt yourself, the wagon might pitch.”
The youth, perceiving that he had made another mistake, stammered an apology.
The girl perceived his embarrassment and sweetly accepted his hand. “I am much obliged, all the same.”
Bill shook with malicious laughter. “Out in this country girls are warranted to jump clean over a measly little hack like this,” he explained.