I--" "Kitty! Do hush," pleaded Helen.
She lifted her glasses for another look at the cowboy.
"I don't wonder that your conscience reproves you," teased Kitty, in a low tone.

"But tell me, poor child, how did it happen that you lost your millionaire ?" "I didn't lose him," retorted Helen, still watching Patches.

"He lost me." Kitty persisted with a playful mockery.

"What! the great, the wonderful Knight of so many millions, failed, with all his glittering charms, to captivate the fair but simple Helen! Really, I can't believe it." "Look at that man right there," flashed Helen proudly, indicating her husband, "and you can believe it." Kitty laughed so gaily that Stanford turned to look at them with smiling inquiry.
"Never mind, Mr.Manning," said Kitty, "we are just reminiscing, that's all." "Don't miss the race," he answered; "they're getting ready again to start.

It looks like a go this time." "And to think," murmured Kitty, "that I never so much as saw your Knight's picture! But you used to like Lawrence Knight, didn't you, Helen ?" she added, as Helen lifted her field glasses again.