"Mebbe you want 'em.

_I_ don't! Now don't stand haverin' there,--get in the cart quick, or Jim'll be runnin' away." Jim showed no sign of this desperate intention, but, on the contrary, stood very patiently waiting till his passengers were safely seated, when he trotted off at a great pace, with such a clatter of hoofs and rattle of wheels as rendered conversation impossible.

But Helmsley was very content to sit in silence, holding the little dog "Charlie" warmly against his breast, and watching the beauties of the scenery expand before him like a fairy panorama, ever broadening into fresh glimpses of loveliness.

It was a very quiet coastline which the windings of the road now followed,--a fair and placid sea shining at wide intervals between a lavish flow of equally fair and placid fields.

The drive seemed all too short, when at the corner of a lane embowered in trees, Meg Ross pulled up short.
"The best of friends must part!" she said.