"Thank you!" said the girl, dropping on to the hay, with her bold, bright eyes, full of admiration, fixed on Rose, who smiled, and said quickly,—
"You belong to the troop, I suppose?"
"First lady rider," replied the girl, with a toss of the head.
"It must be very romantic to lead such a life, and go driving from place to place in this way."
"It's a hard life, any way; and not much romance, you'd better believe."
"Not even for you." And Rose glanced at the sleeper below.
The girl smiled. Her bold eyes turned to him with a softened look, and the natural color deepened on her painted cheeks, as she said, in a lower voice,—
"Yes, Joe does make a difference for me. We've only been married three weeks."
"What does he do?"
"He's the lion-tamer." And the girl gave them a glance of wifely pride in her husband's prowess.