Becky was already in the surrey when George came back, and Calvin was gathering up his reins.
"Oh, look here, I wish you'd let me drive you up, Miss Bannister," George said, sparkling; "there's no reason, is there, why you must ride alone?"
"Oh, no."
"Then you will?"
Her hesitation was slight. "I should like it."
"And can't we drive about a bit? You'll show me the old places? It is such a perfect day. I hope you haven't anything else to do."
She had not. "I'll go with Mr. Dalton, Calvin."
Calvin, who had watched over more than one generation of Bannister girls, and knew what was expected of them, made a worried protest.
"Hit's gwine rain, Miss Becky."