dears!—and such lovely fluffy hair—"
"And the air of a real gentleman, girls," broke in Mary Newton; "you could n't mistake him anywhere; and before we passed him he looked at me twice!"
"No dear, once at the weather signal and once at you," corrected Betty. "I noticed especially, for afterward he stared at me a whole minute."
"Why, you mean, disagreeable—"
"Seems to me," remarked little Susie, quietly, "that it's a bit of good luck to have any sort of a young man drop down upon us so early in the season. I'm told they're scarce enough at any time in Tamawaca, so I did n't expect to meet a real Charles Augustus for a whole month yet."
"His name is James—James Ingram. Mary and I ran to look at the hotel register, and he's the only man that arrived today."
"And you have n't met him yet,
