lloped up to
the Hollis Creek porch, and, finding Miss Stevens there, gaily demanded
that she accompany them.

"I'm sorry," said Miss Stevens, who was already in driving costume,
"but I have an engagement at ten o'clock," and she looked back through
the window into the office, where the clock then stood at two minutes
of the appointed time; then she looked rather impatiently down the
driveway, as she had been doing for the past five minutes.

"Well, at least you'll come back to the bar with us and have an
ice-cream cocktail," insisted Princeman, reining up close to the porch
and putting his hand upon the rail in front of her.

"I don't see how I can refuse that," said Miss Stevens with a smile and
another glance down at the driveway, "although it's really a little
early in the day to begin drinking," and she waited for them to
dismount, going back with them into the little ice-cream parlor and
"soft drink" and confectionery dispensary which had been facetiously
dubbed "the bar." Here she was careful to secure a seat where she
could look out of the window down toward the road, and also see the
clock.

After a weary while, during which Miss Josephine had undergone a
variety of emotions which she was very careful not to mention, the
party rose from the discussion of their ice-cream soda and the bowling
tournament and all the various other social interests of the two
resorts, and made ready to depart, Miss Westlake twining her arm about
the waist of her friend Miss Stevens as they emerged on the porch.

"Well, anyway, we've made you forget your engagement," Miss Westlake
gaily boasted, "for you said it was to be at ten, and now it's
ten-thirty."

"Yes, I noticed the time," admitted Miss Stevens, rather grudgingly.

"I'm sorry we dragged you away," commiserated Miss Westlake with a
swift change of tone. "Probably the party of the second part didn't
know where to find you."

"No, it couldn't be anything like that," decided Miss Josephine after a
thoughtful pause. "Did you see anything of Mr. Turner this morning?"
she asked with sudden resolve.

"Mr. Turner," repeated Miss Westlake in well-feigned surprise. "Why,
yes, I know papa said early this morning that he was going to have a
business talk with Mr. Turner, and as we left Meadow Brook papa was
just going after his hat to take a drive with him."

"I wonder if it would be an imposition to ask you to wait about five
minutes longer," inquired Miss Stevens with