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caused by throwing stone In the wa
Ter, as far even as the rectory.
For a wonder, Lorrie has consented
to accept Lord Kendafe invitation,
and now stands at the top OF the
stairs buttoning her gloves, and sing
ing Limerick Races" with so excel
lent an assumption Of an Irish brogue
that the rector downstairs in the
study almost groans aloud.
She is dressed in blue serge, laid
open at the bosom, and lined with a
shell-like silk over. a white flannel
singlet A straw hat, with band OF
black velvet and an artfully-placed
bunch of autumn berries, crowns her
beautiful hair "a touch Of color is in
her cheeks, the light of youth and com.
ing pleasure beams In her eyes, and
she presents picture that will adorn
Lord Kendale's drag as brilliantly and
effectively as ever drag was embell-
ished.
She has forgotten all about the trick
she played Lord Guy anent the photo
graph, or, If she remembers it, lie not
at all affected By It, II he was offended
well, it served him right. What busl
ness had he to take her seriously?
Now, then, Greta! Do be quick rye
been dressed exactly fourteen minutes
and you are not ready YETI
Here | am! You forget, dear, that
! helped to dress you. have only
been a quarter Of an hour
SO did," acknowledged Lorrie
But where's Jack? He didn't help to
dress me-"
What's all the row about?"
Here. Greta, the buttons come on
my shirt collar; just come and see to
it, will you?
Greta takes off her gloves. which
she has just put on, and repairs to the
rescue, and Jack calls out:
What's the hurry, Lorrie? The drag
isn't here yet. Guy will call at the
Pines first, expect
win he?" she retorts. "Oh, indeed!
He had better not! You know the con-
dillon upon which l am going; that |
should have the box seat. Ii find d.
ma perched up there, ! remain at
home"
my dear Lorrie, it will be all
right. Lord Guy will be sure to call
here first Jack ony said it to tease
you
Il don't care. | mean to have the
box seat. | hate being packed behind
like a sack or -four. II there is any
doubt about it, I'd better 60 and take
my things off. | don't care about the
going in the least!"
"Oh, | dare say. Tell that to the
marines! You haven't been talking
about 1t for the last week; oh, no.
certainly not! Look here, young lady.
| should advise you to put your pride
in your pocket, and try and behave
decently today-if you can. Lord Guy
has had quite enough of your tan
trums, | expect"
Jack! Say one word more and
refuse to go!"
zone word more!' shouts Jack
WIN grin.
Pray be quiet, you two! Jack
leave her alone! Lorrie, dear, you
shall have the box seat; you shall
have whatever you like, only do be
be good! There is the drag!"
The drag pulls up at the door, and
Lord Guy raises his hat. He looks as
he sits upright on the lofty perch
with his whip and reins in hand, like
an Apollo Belvedere; that is, if one
can imagine Apollo in a light frocB
coat that fits to perfection, and a
white hat that seems to have grown
TO his shapely head. AS he pulls up
he raises his hat, generally, and ad
dresses Greta pointedly.
Good morning, Miss Latimer. Hope
I'm not late"
"CooG morning, Lord Kendale,
says Greta, pleasantly. "Oh, no, you
are not late. What lovely morning
How good Of you to call for us first ;
All on my way. Jump up, Jack
Rawlings, put the steps for the
ladies"
"Cn, may my sister ride in front
Lord Kendale, she doesn't like ridins
behind?"
Certainly"
READY. my lord,'' says Rawlings.
The grooms let go the horses heads
and away they dash.
Lorrie looks down from her perch
and draws sigh of relief and salts
tisfaction. She has got her way anG
is inclined to be gracious. But wheI
she glances up at the handsome face
she sets no responsive glance in re
turn. Lord Kendale seems to be full,
occupied with his horses as to be I'm
conscious of her presence. She waits
minute or two. but he does not offer
remark; then she says:
What a lovely morning!"
Yes"
Il hate wet day on such occasions
Everybody get wet and grumpy. an
one spoils ones things"
YES" he says again
She looks up at hum questioningi.
and her glance waivers and drops. H
is offended then! and he means I
sulk all the time, perhaps. Her hear
misgives her. Where will be he
pleasant day if he is going to be su
len and confined himself to Yves"
is too stupid Shall she make peac
with him, offer an apology at onct
and get it over? 1t. would certainl
be the best way, but Lorrie's prid
will NOT narmir IF if-u0t yaf Oh