ion Dolly felt herself justified in
rebelling.

'Not have the phaeton! That's smart, I must say,' she exclaimed. 'Can't
that child walk home, I'd like to know? Tell Mr. Tracy Maude has had the
promise of a drive all day, and I am ready, with my things on. Ask him
to take the Victoria; he never drives.'

All this in substance was repeated to Arthur, who answered, quietly:

'Let Mrs. Tracy take the victoria. I prefer the phaeton myself.'

That settled it, and in few moments Jerry was seated at Arthur's side,
and skimming along through the park, and out upon the highway which
skirted the river for miles.

'This is not going home, and grandma will scold,' Jerry said.

'Never mind the grandma--I will make it right with her. I am going to
show you the country,' Arthur replied, as he chirruped to the fleet pony
who seemed to fly along the smooth road.

No one who saw the tall, elegant-looking man, who sat so erect, and
handled the reins so skilfully, would ever have suspected him of
insanity, and more than one stopped to gaze after him and the little
girl whose face, with the golden hair blowing about it, looked out from
the white sun bonnet with so joyous an expression. On the homeward route
they met the victoria, with John upon the box, and Mrs. Tracy and Maude
inside.

'There's Maude! Hallo, Maude--see me! I'm riding!' Jerry called out,
cheerily, while Maude answered back:

'Hallo, Jerry!'

But Mrs. Tracy gave no sign of recognition, and only rebuked her
daughter for her vulgarity in saying 'Hallo,' which was second class and
low.

'Then Nina St. Claire is second class and low, for she says "Hallo,"'
was Maude's reply, to which her mother had no answer.

Meanwhile the phaeton was going swiftly on toward the cottage, which it
reached a few minutes after the furnace whistle blew for six, and
Harold, who had been working there, came up the lane. There were soiled
spots on his hands and on his face, and his clothes showed marks of
toil, all of which Arthur noted, while he was explaining to Mrs.
Crawford that he had taken Jerry for a drive, and kept her beyond the
prescribed hour. Then, turning to Harold, he said:

'And so you work in the furnace?'

'Yes, sir, during vacation, when I can get a job there,' Harold
answered, and Mr. Tracy continued:

'How much do you get a day?'

'Fifty cents in dull times,' was the reply, and Arthur went on:

'Fifty cents from seven in the morning to six at night, and board