e delighted to come. I think you will
like him; but I forgot that you, Miss Vaughan, have already seen him."

"Oh, yes!" said Gwenda. "He once saved my life; so of course I am very
grateful."

"Saved your life, child; how," asked Mrs. Trevor.

And Gwenda related the story of the runaway bull, and the manner in
which Will had gone to her rescue.

"Dear me," said Dr. Owen, "he never mentioned it to me! Well! I'll go
and look him up today."

Noontide found Will seated at lunch at Llwynelen, Mr. Trevor plying him
with questions concerning his studies and college life; Dr. Owen not a
little pleased with his nephew's self-possessed, though unobtrusive,
manner. He was pleased, too, to see that he made a favourable
impression upon the genial host and hostess.

Gwenda was as delightfully agreeable as she knew how to be, and that is
saying a good deal. Her naive remarks and honest straightforward
manner had made her a favourite with Dr. Owen, and it gratified him to
see an easy acquaintance springing up between her and his nephew.

"It is Will's twenty-fourth birthday to-day, he tells me," he said.

"How odd!" said Gwenda; "it is my twenty-second."

"That is strange," said Mrs Trevor; "and you never let me know! But
you need not tell everyone your age."

"Why not?"

"Oh! well, young ladies don't usually tell their ages; but you are not
quite like other girls."

Gwenda laughed; and Will thought how charming were the dimple in her
chin, the perfect teeth, the sparkling black eyes! Yes, she was very
pretty, no doubt!

"Is that remark meant to be disparaging or complimentary?" asked the
girl.

"Oh! a little of both," said Mrs. Trevor; "girls are odd nowadays."

"Yes; I think the days are gone by when they were all run into the same
mould," remarked Dr. Owen.

"And I'm afraid the mould got cracked before I was run into it,"
replied Gwenda.

"Well, you are not very misshapen," said the Dr. warmly, "and if you do
run into little irregularities, they are all in the right direction."

"Let us hope so," said the girl.

Will said nothing; but Gwenda, catching the look of ardent admiration,
blushed vividly, and looked down at her plate.

"In the meantime," she remarked, "no one has wished me or Mr. Owen many
happy returns of the day."

"Bless me, no!" said Mr. Trevor; "but I do so now, my dear, with all my
heart."

"And I--and I," echoed the others.

"Let us drink the health of the two young people," sa