," said he.

"Oh, no, indeed; PLEASE don't bother!" protested Sammy, eagerly.

But Anthony only laughed and gave her a hand up. Sammy settled herself
on the Spanish saddle with a sigh of satisfaction.

"I've always wanted to ride your horse!" said she, delightedly, as the
big muscles moved smoothly under her.

Anthony smiled. "She's the handsomest mare here-abouts," said he. "I
wouldn't take a thousand dollars for her!"

Sammy watched him deftly repair the broken bridle of the now docile and
crestfallen Clown, and spring to the saddle.

"I'm taking you out of your way!" she pleaded, and he answered gravely:

"Oh, no; I'll be much happier seeing you safe home."

When they reached her gate, the two changed horses, and Sammy rode
slowly up the dark driveway alone. Even on this brilliant afternoon the
old Peneyre place looked dull and gloomy. Dusty dark pines and
eucalyptus trees grew close about the house. There was no garden, but
here and there an unkempt geranium or rank great bush of marguerites
sprawled in the uncut grass, and rose bushes, long grown wild, stood in
spraying clusters that were higher than a man's head. Pampas trees,
dirty and overgrown, outlined the drive at regular intervals, their
shabby plumes uncut from year to year.

The house was heavy, bay-windowed, three-storied. Ugly, immense,
unfriendly, it struck an inharmonious note in the riotous free growth
of the surrounding woods. The dark entrance-hall was flanked by a
library full of obsolete, unread books, and by double drawing-rooms,
rarely opened now. All the windows on the ground floor were darkened by
the shrubbery outside and by heavy red draperies within.

Sammy, entering a side door, seemed to leave the day's brightness
behind her. The air indoors was chill, flat. A half-hearted little coal
fire flickered in the grate, and Koga was cleaning silver at the table.
Sammy took David Copperfield from the mantel and settled herself in a
great chair.

"Koga, you go fix Clown now," she suggested.

Koga beamed assent. Departing, he wrestled with a remark: "Oh! Nise
day. I sink so."

Sammy agreed. "You don't have weather like this in Japan in April!"

"Oh, yis," said Koga, and, drunk with the joy of speech, he added: "I
sink so. Awe time nise in Jap-pon! I sink so."

"All the time nice in Japan?" echoed Sammy, lazily. "Oh, what a story!"

But Koga was convulsed with innocent mirth. However excruciating the
effort, he had produced a rema