He and your father, of course, and Keating and Bence and Boswell and Smith and Tom Martin and Lige.

We're going to have a big time, with you and Minnie to do the honors; and we're all coming into town afterwards for the fireworks; I'll let him drive you in the phaeton.

You'll have plenty of time to talk it over with him and tell him all about it." Helen gave a little gasp.

"Never!" she cried.

"Never!" The buckboard stopped on the "Herald" corner, and here, and along Main Street, the line of vehicles which had followed it from the station took their places.