“Do I look like her?� Diana asked, after a moment of perplexed thought.
“No!� said Dr. Cheyney shortly.
Old Henk had climbed the last hill,—the one that always seems to meet the sky until you have climbed it,—and there, below it, unfolded the wide valley with the brown of new-plowed fields and the long strips of lovely foliage. The mist of the rain was molten gold now, and a rainbow spanned the sky.
“I wish I did!� Diana sighed regretfully.
“You’re the handsomest woman in the State,� the old doctor retorted tartly. “What more do you want?�
“The kingdoms of earth,� replied Diana, and laughed softly.
Dr. Cheyney disentangled the rein again from old Henk’s tail, and they turned the corner.
“Diana,� he said abruptly, “did you happen to ask Caleb Trench to call?�
“I?� Diana flushed crimson. “No,� she said reluctantly, “I didn’t.�
Dr. Cheyney shook with silent laughter. “That’s the way you treat the good Samaritan,� he said. “I’d rather be the Levite, Di.�