and glanced at Carrie. "Did you meet your friends when
you were at Montreal?"

"Jim met us in Vancouver. Jake brought him to the store when he was
ill," Mrs. Winter replied.

"The store?" said Evelyn.

"Mrs. Winter means a shop," Mordaunt explained.

"Oh," said Evelyn, "that is interesting! What did you sell?"

"Most everything people wanted. Dry goods, groceries, sweet
biscuits--you'd call it cake--and we had quite a trade in Sundaes."

"What is a Sunday?"

Mordaunt laughed. "A little delicacy you consume on the spot. I
imagine it's sometimes an ice and sometimes a sweetmeat, or a cleverly
mixed drink. Perhaps it's oftenest enjoyed on Sundays and holidays,
but they don't spell it with a _y_."

"I must try to remember. But who made these nice things?"

"Carrie," said Mrs. Winter, with a look of pride. "She baked the
biscuit, too."

"I don't think I should like baking. One must get so hot," Evelyn
remarked, and turned to Carrie. "Was it hard work?"

Carrie was talking to Dick Halliday, but she looked up and laughed,
although there was a touch of color in her face.

"Oh, no," she said. "Anyhow, it was not as hard as cooking for the
boys in the woods. I did all the cooking, and they liked the hash I
put up."

Jim thought Carrie's western accent was rather marked and wondered why
she had said _hash_. Evelyn's questions had been asked with languid
good humor, as if she meant to draw Carrie into the talk, but somehow
Jim got a hint of antagonism between the girls. This puzzled him and
he was glad when Mrs. Halliday began to talk about something else.
Evelyn did not support her much, but Mrs. Halliday was firm.

"You must tell us about your adventures," Evelyn said, as they got up,
but when they went on the terrace Jim followed Carrie. Although he
wanted to talk to Evelyn, Carrie must not feel neglected. She gave him
a rather curious smile when he stopped by the stone bench she occupied.

"I allow your English relations have first claim on you to-night," she
remarked. "You can talk to me when you like."

"A new claim doesn't wipe out older ones," Jim replied.

"I suppose that is so," Carrie agreed. "You're rather obvious, Jim,
but you mean well."

Then she got up and joined Dick Halliday, and Jim felt puzzled.

CHAPTER II

JIM'S GUESTS

After breakfast next morning Jim and his friends went out on the
terrace. The tide was full and the woods across the bay looked like
island