approaching. Mary scarcely reached to her shoulder as she waved her hand. "How d' ye do?" she called. The elder woman regarded him through her lorgnette as he stepped forward.
"Mr. Hart, Mamma," said Miss Hollingsworth, "Kenmore's friend at Princeton."
Mrs. Hollingsworth spoke in a deep chest-voice without evidence of much feeling.
"I am glad to be able to thank you, Mr. Hart, and I suppose my daughter already has done so; Kenmore told us of your brave deed and the risk you ran."
"I think it was perfectly splendid," put in Miss Bliss. "Ned wrote us all about it at the time."
"Mr. Hart will take luncheon with us, of course," said Mrs. Hollingsworth, "and really we are quite late now. We had better go back at once, Madge."
She started down the path, the three young people following behind her.
As they came into the dining-room of the Inn, Raymond Danforth rose from a corner. He greeted Hart quite cordially, but his presence lent rather a constraint throughout the
