"That must be young Bent, of whom I've heard," he said with unabated cheerfulness.

"And I don't know but what she may be with him, after all.

For now I think of it, a chuckle-headed fellow, of whom a moment ago I inquired the way to your house, told me I'd better ask the young man and young woman who were 'philandering through the wheat' yonder.

Suppose we look for them.

From what I've heard of Bent he's too much wrapped up in his inventions for flirtation, but it would be a good joke to stumble upon them." Mrs.Randolph's eyes sparkled with a mingling of gratified malice and undisguised contempt for the fatuous father beside her.