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 *ing, prancing, nipping one at the other, snatching lush, tender mouthfuls between rolls on the soft, wet turf.

"A goodly sight, Major; I see that you have peculiar advantages of soil and climate for stock-*raising," remarked the guest.

"That must be true, and it is a recognition of that superiority that sends breeders from all parts of the world to Kentucky. 'Kentucky for fine horses, good whiskey, and pretty women,' is a maxim old and doubtless true."

"I can vouch for the first two, but it has not been my luck to meet many of your fair women."

"Well, it is proof true," said the Major; "look for yourself," and he pointed to the forest lawn where a young woman was coming between the elm rows, a child's hand in each of her own. Her figure preserved that girlish accent which few women manage to carry over into womanhood.

She had blonde-brown hair, and blue eyes—very dark and tender. She looked up as she passed the window, and was none the less charming for her startled look. The quick averted glance sent a blush to the face of Willard Frost.

Some imagine that only virgins blush; that is a mistake. A blush signifies but a change in the circulation of the blood; animals can blush. The