Now, my brother has been endeavoring to convince us that you owe your success to qualities inherited from bygone Courthornes." Winston did not answer for a moment, and then he laughed.

"I fancy Colonel Barrington is wrong," he said.

"Don't you think there are latent capabilities in every man, though only one here and there gets an opportunity of using them?
In any case, wouldn't it be pleasanter for any one to feel that his virtues were his own and not those of his family ?" Miss Barrington's eyes twinkled, but she shook her head.

"That," she said, "would be distinctly wrong of him, but I fancy it is time we were getting on." In another few minutes Colonel Barrington took up the reins, and as they drove slowly past the wheat, his niece had another view of the toiling teams.

They were moving on tirelessly with their leader in front of them, and the rasp of the knives, trample of hoofs, and clash of the binders' wooden arms once more stirred her.