{Illustration: ZENE EXCITES BOBADAY'S CURIOSITY.}
“I took the team out by a house. It was plum dark then.”
“I'd gone in to see what kind of folks they were first,” remarked Bobaday.
“Yes, sir; that's what I'd orto done. But I leads them round to their feed-box after I watered 'em to a spring o' runnin' water. Then I doesn't know but the woman o' the house will give me a supper if I pays for it. So I slips to the side door and knocks. And a man opens the door.”
Robert Day drew in his breath quickly.
“How did the man look?” he inquired.
“I can't tell you that,” replied Zene, “bekaze I was so struck with the looks of the woman that I looked right past him.”
Robert considered the cast in Zene's eyes, and felt in doubt whether he looked at the man and saw the woman, or looked at the woman and saw the man.
“Was she pretty?”
“Pretty!” replied Zene. “Is that flea-bit-gray, grazin' in the medder there, pretty?”