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phoned from the station. Mistah
Marsh. They send the wire by the
next bus mail"
Marsh nodded Pardon me, 10.
think this may be from Pete
Fragonet. =" He glanced at
the short transcription of the tele-
gram. Yes. it's from Fra comet. The
studio has given him some time of.
and he'll be here with his wife next
week"
He showed the note into his pocket.
Now let me take you to your rooms.
l didn't have an elevator put in" he
laughed. After all, people should
have exercise on their vacations and
it's only one flight.
Most of the persons who will be
here" he continued, starting for the
stairway. ARE slender and young
enough not to mind too much. You
see, this isn't just an inn. The
guests will come by invitation. and
the majority are friends of mine. OF
course, if they wish to bring others
I don't mind. And I suppose if some
one asked to come I wouldn't re-
fuse" He laughed gaily. L think it
will be a lot of fun myself-but
mothers very dubious about it, al
though she likes the place"
when will I meet your mother?"
10 asked with trepidation.
He glanced at his watch. you'll
have time for a tub before dinner
Suppose we three have dinner to-
gether? Ill meet you Downstairs
but first I want to see if you like
your rooms.
TO did like her rooms. She liked
y them tremendously. and she
could imagine they would be twice
as attractive in broad daylight when
the sun streamed in on the gay
carpet and the chintz curtains.
There was fair-Sized sitting
room. furnished with comfort and
dignity; small bedroom; and a
shower and bath. There was even
on the desk row of new and
brightly jacketed modern novels!
Il never saw such a charming
room" 10 told Marsh, her eyes TAX
ing it in delightedly.
I'm glad you like them" Marsh
answered. He seemed genuinely
pleased at her delight. Il don't
want you to feel you have any set
hours here, 10. If some morning
you feel like staying in bed until
noon, then by all means stay in bed
until noon. You can play tennis,
or go bathing, or dance, Orwell,
anything you like-because you'll
have to be the feminine touch in
the management. I'm just a mere
male, and of course l can't expect
mother to 60 in for these things.
10 laughed. ut doesn't sound
like a job at all, Mr.. Marsh. I'm
afraid when summer is over I'll be
so spoiled I won't even be able 10
find a job that suits mel"
You shouldn't worry about that
now. 10. BESIDES, it's very nice here
in the fall and I might decide to
keep the place open until the end
of October" He started for the
door. See you at dinner, them"
10 nodded, and when he had gone
she stood in the center of the room
for several minutes, gazing unbe-
lovingly at the smooth lake beyond
the windows. An odd question was
troubling her. Why wasn't she quite
happy with all this? Why shouldn't
she be really delighted with a job
that paid so we'll, that meant so
much to her, and was hardly any
thing but play? Was twas it be-
cause of Bret?
Since last night she had put Bret
Paul out of her mind as we'll as she
might; but occasionally the men,
DRY of him standing there, accus-
ingly, would pass across her brain
in a troubled wave. After all,
could she blame Bret Paul for think
ing as he did?
Bret had known work all his life,
had known that you had to pay for
whatever you got in this world, and
how could he understand this good
fortune that had come to her? And
surely he wouldn't be jealous of
Marsh unless he loved her.
AS she undreSSed for the shower
she wondered vaguely if losing Bret
could be what she must pay for an
idyllic summer at Crest Lake. Yet
there was pride enough in her to
tell her that if Bret didn't believe in
her, then he didn't deserve her.
Her thoughts were interrupted by
sudden knocking at her door. and
the voice of one of the japanese
boys saying Miss Dar-yen? Misses
Marsh say dinner is in five minutes.
She say she want to have dinner