Dora opened her lips, closed them tighly, and left the room. The next moment she stood in the low doorway of the parlor, bowing gravely, but act shyly, to the stately gentleman, whose head grazed the great white beam in the ceiling as he came forward so meet her.
"Miss Darling, I presume," said be.
"Yes, sir; I am Dera During: and you are Mr. Buroughs; are you not?"
"At your service," said the gentleman, bowing again; and, handing Dora a chair, he took another for himself.
"Won't you have some water, or a glass of milk, ater your drive, Mr. Burroughs?" asked Dora with anxious hospitality: and. as the gentleman confessed to an inclina- tion for some water, she tripped sway, and presently re- turned with a tumbler, which Mr. Burroughs very willingly took from her slender fingers instead of a salver.
"You know I was a vivandière sir," said Dora, smiling frankly: "and I always think of people being thirsty and tired when they come in so."
Mr. Burroughs smiled, too, as he handed back the empty glass.
"I wich we had all turned our army experiences to as good account," said he.
