etting to
be. Your career has really begun--and so promisingly. While I can't do a
thing but play the fiddle a little, daub a little at batik, and crochet!"

"And make most delightful fudge!" cried Jennie Stone, just then coming
into the room in her traveling dress, fresh from the hands of her maid
and Aunt Kate. "How do I look, girls?"

The bride's appearance drove everything else out of her friends' minds
for the time being. It was two o'clock and the automobiles were at the
door. The bridal couple, attended by bridesmaids, the best man, the
ushers, and other close friends, departed for the dock amid showers of
rice and a bombardment of old shoes which littered Madison Avenue for
half a block and kept even the policemen on special duty for the
occasion, dodging!

They all trooped aboard the steamship where arrangements had been made to
have the passports of the bride and groom examined.

Mr. Stone had done everything well, as he always did. The bridal suite
was banked with flowers. Even the orchestra belonging to the ship had
been engaged specially to play. A second, though brief, reception was
held here.

The ship's siren sent a stuttering blast into the air that seemed to
shake the skyscrapers opposite the dock. The young folks trooped back to
the pier. Tom did his best to escort Ruth; but to his amazement and anger
Chess Copley pushed in front of him and Ruth took the sergeant's arm.

Helen came along and grabbed her brother with a fierce little pinch. Her
eyes sparkled while his smouldered.

"I guess we are relegated to the second row, Tommy-boy," she whispered.
"I do not see what has got into Ruth."

"It's not Ruth. The gall of that 'Lasses!" muttered the slangy Tom.

"So you think he is at fault?" rejoined his sister. "Oh, Tommy-boy! you
do not know 'us girls'--no indeed you do not."

It was a gay enough party on the dock that watched the big ship back out
and being turned in the stream by the fussy tugs. The bride and groom
shouted until they were hoarse, and waved their hands and handkerchiefs
as long as they could be seen from the dock.

If Helen and Tom Cameron were either, or both, offended by Ruth, they did
not show it to the general company. As for the girl of the Red Mill, she
enjoyed herself immensely; and she particularly liked Chess Copley's
company.

It was not that she felt any less kindly toward Tom; but Tom had
disappointed her. He seemed to have changed greatly during this past
win