The girl lay down in a maze of wonder, but was too weary with the long ride to keep awake and think about it.
They slept, the two travellers, a sound and dreamless sleep, wherein seemed peace and moonlight, and a forgetting of sorrows.
Early the next morning the girl awoke.

The woman by her side was already stirring.

There was breakfast to get for the men.

The woman asked her a few questions about her journey.
"He's your brother, ain't he, dearie ?" asked the woman as she was about to leave the room.
"No," said the girl.
"O," said the woman, puzzled, "then you and he's goin' to be married in the town." "O, no!" said the girl with scarlet cheeks, thinking of the lady in the automobile.
"Not goin' to be married, dearie?
Now that's too bad.

Ain't he any kind of relation to you?
Not an uncle nor cousin nor nothin' ?" "No." "Then how be's you travellin' lone with him?
It don't seem just right.
You's a sweet, good girl; an' he's a fine man.