"I think I'd like a ride in there; it looks awfully good." She glanced mischievously around at the lingering and curious congregation.
"May I ?" But Cass deprecated that proceeding strongly.

It was dirty; he was not sure it was even _wholesome_; she would be _so_ uncomfortable; he himself was only going a few rods farther, and in that time she might ruin her dress-- "Oh, yes," she said, a little bitterly, "certainly, my dress must be looked after.

And--what else ?" "People might think it strange, and believe I had invited you," continued Cass, hesitatingly.
"When I had only invited myself?
Thank you.

Good-by." She waved her hand and stepped back from the wagon.

Cass would have given worlds to recall her, but he sat still, and the vehicle moved on in moody silence.