town, we all agreed that it had been a success, and that we would have another ride soon.
"Unless we disturb your tête-à-tête," I suggested, with a glance at the tiger-eye head and neck.
"Oh! Aunt Bessie has been telling tales," cried Miss Lamb. "It isn't often that Tiger and his mistress get a chance to play the guide—to two such appreciative tourists," she added politely.
"Dick," said John, thoughtfully, after we had left Miss Lamb at her gate, "do you think Miss Lamb would consider us models of 'transcendent integrity'?"
"My dear fellow," said I, "That was her definition of a hero. I had no idea you were so ambitious."
"I am ambitious of common honesty," he replied, with some warmth, "and I begin to feel remarkably like a pickpocket."
"Rubbish, Jack! You are all right! Don't go bothering your head about the romantic notions of a highstrung poetess and blighted being."
