was, as George afterward said, "as tough as a pine knot."
The pony trotted merrily along, and needed no urging. George doubtless was a good driver, but whatever talents he had in that line were not brought into play. The pony was a treasure that had apparently no bad qualities. For a long time the two in the cart rode along the smooth highway silently, until at last Morris broke out with:
"Oh, see here! This is not according to contract. You said you wanted a long talk, and now you are complacently saying nothing."
"I do not know exactly how to begin."
"Is it so serious as all that?"
"It is not serious exactly—it is merely, as it were, a continuation of the confession."
"I thought we were through with that long ago. Are there any more horrible revelations?"
She looked at him with something like reproach in her eyes.
"If you are going to talk flippantly, I think I will postpone what I have to say until another time."
"My dear Kate, give a man a chance. He can't reform in a moment. I never had my flippancy checked before. Now then, I am serious again. What appalling—I mean—you see how difficult it
