And as the Lord made 'em, He matched 'em for an all-fired prouder pair you couldn't meet in a summer-day's walk." "She comes of a proud race," the woman murmured, feebly.

"The Hunsdens are of the best and oldest stock in England." "And she's a thorough-bred, if ever there was a thorough-bred one yet, and blood will show in a woman as well as a horse.

Yes, she's proud, she's handsome and dreadful cut up, I can tell you, at the news I brought her." The woman covered her face with her hands with a low moan.

Mr.
Parmalee composedly went on: "She knew your picture the minute she clapped eyes on it.

I was afraid she might holler, as you wimmin do, at the sight, and her husband and another young woman were present, but she's got grit, that girl, the real sort.