"Well, of all the unheard of preposterous suggestions!" The amazed youth was so astonished that he unconsciously drew rein and stared at the girl. He knew by her merry laugh that she had said it but to tease, and so he rode on again at her side. Bobs feared that she had hurt her friend, for his face was still flushed and he did not speak. Reining her horse close to his, she again put a hand on his arm, saying with sincere earnestness: "Forgive me, pal of mine, if I seemed to speak lightly. Honestly, I didn't mean it--that is, not as it sounded. But I _do_ wish that someone as nice and--yes, I'll say as rich as you are, _would_ propose to poor Gwen. You don't know how sorry Gloria and I feel because Gwen has to be poor with the rest of us." The boy had placed his hand over the one resting on his arm, but only for a moment. "You see," Bobs explained, "Glow and I honestly feel that an adventure of a new and interesting kind awaits us, and, as for little Lena May, money means nothing to her. If she can just be with Gloria, that is all she asks of Fate."