How could you sleep? Gracious, how those girls are tearing
around--no allowance for nerves here."
Phillip Lawson laughed and soon began to make his morning toilet,
while Herbert Rutherford betook himself to the stable to see if
everything was in readiness to start. To the latter's surprise he
espied Jennie Montgomery coming across the field with her favorite
spaniel close in pursuit.
"Good morning, Miss Montgomery. What errand of mercy has demands
upon you at this early hour, for certainly it can be nothing less,"
and the glance at the substantial errand basket was significant of
the interpretation.
"I am the errand boy on particular occasions," said Jennie, her face
aglow with the healthful exercise.
Herbert Rutherford looked at the beaming face and then at the trim
but graceful figure in neat print frock just of a length to show a
well-formed foot encased in heavy-soled shoes.
"Talk of your city girls--there is a match for any of them,"
muttered the young man as he saw the maiden spring over the opposite
stile and then throw back one of her sweetest smiles.
* * * * *
"A pretty fellow, by Jove," said one.
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