"Papa and mamma are rather proud, I'm afraid." It was a bold flight of speech; it quite took Red's breath away.

"And so,"-- Blue sighed as she went on--"I'm afraid we mustn't talk to you any more; we're very sorry.

We--I'm sure--we think you are very nice." Her feeling tone drew from him a perfectly sincere reply, "So I am; I'm really a very nice young man.

My mother brought me up real well." He added benevolently, "If you're scared of the road, come right through my place here, and I'll set you on your own farm double quick." It was with pleasurable fear that the girls got through the fence with his help.

They whispered to each other their self-excuses, saying that mamma would like them to be in their own fields as quickly as possible.
The moonlight was now gloriously bright.