"I'm glad that I don't have to do my riding in a smoky old car this May mawnin'," she thought.

"It is wicked for me to be so unhappy when I have Tarbaby and all the othah things that mothah and Papa Jack have given me.

I know perfectly well that they love me just the same even if they have forgotten my birthday, and I won't let such old black crow thoughts flock down on me.

I'll ride fast and get away from them." That was harder to do than she had imagined, for as she passed Judge Moore's place the deserted house added to her feeling of loneliness.

Andy, the old gardener, was cutting the grass on the front lawn.