I'll not--I'll not forget it!" Her voice had a sound of genuineness, very pleasant; and George began to forget his annoyance with her father.

This annoyance of his had not been alleviated by the circumstance that neither of the seats of the old sewing-machine was designed for three people, but when his neighbour spoke thus gratefully, he no longer minded the crowding--in fact, it pleased him so much that he began to wish the old sewing-machine would go even slower.

And she had spoken no word of blame for his letting that darned horse get the cutter into the ditch.

George presently addressed her hurriedly, almost tremulously, speaking close to her ear: "I forgot to tell you something: you're pretty nice! I thought so the first second I saw you last night.

I'll come for you tonight and take you to the Assembly at the Amberson Hotel.