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The next scene in this little drama of con-
flicting ideas and their results takes us to a
small park where Jack led Betty to a bench and
sat down beside her. Neither wore any hats
and the late afternoon sunshine fell upon
Betty's gold locks and Jack's dark ones through
the Maytime green of boughs above them. They
had talked of incidental school matters on the
short ride, when Betty had preferred the park
to being entertained at a tea room.
At once Jack had began to tell Betty how
he had just heard about her going home, through
the colored maid who had looked from a down-
stairs window and had seen Betty outside, “fly-
in' along as if de ol' Nick hise'f was afteh her!”
Jack's mouth showed some mirth as he quoted
the dialect.
“That was the way I felt, Jack. Honestly this
is no joke. I was frightened about going home,
but I was more scared to stay, Jack. I've no
doubt but you intended to have me taken home
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