e ants at the falls?"

"No."

"Why, he did. He pawed at the moss, and you sat there laughing. I
remember it distinctly."

"You remember distinctly? Why, I thought--well, your back was turned,
you know. Your gaze was fixed upon something before you, and you were
utterly lost to the rest of the world. You could not have known if
Stanley pawed the moss and I laughed. So, you see, you are mistaken. As
a matter of fact, I utterly deny that Stanley pawed the moss or that I
laughed, or that any ants appeared at the falls at all."

"I have always said that you should have been a Chinese soldier of
fortune," she observed musingly. "Your daring and ingenuity would be
prized by the Chinese."

"There are innumerable tobacco jars in China," he said, measuring the
advantages. "Moreover, there is no perspective. You don't have to walk
two miles to see a friend. No. He is always there near you, so that you
can't move a chair without hitting your distant friend. You----"

"Did Hollie remain as attentive as ever to the Worcester girls?"

"Yes, of course, as attentive as ever. He dragged me into all manner of
tennis games----"

"Why, I thought you loved to play tennis?"

"Oh, well," said Hawker, "I did until you left."

"My sister has gone to the park with the children. I know she will be
vexed when she finds that you have called."

Ultimately Hawker said, "Do you remember our ride behind my father's
oxen?"

"No," she answered; "I had forgotten it completely. Did we ride behind
your father's oxen?"

After a moment he said: "That remark would be prized by the Chinese. We
did. And you most graciously professed to enjoy it, which earned my deep
gratitude and admiration. For no one knows better than I," he added
meekly, "that it is no great comfort or pleasure to ride behind my
father's oxen."

She smiled retrospectively. "Do you remember how the people on the porch
hurried to the railing?"

CHAPTER XXVII.

Near the door the stout proprietress sat intrenched behind the cash-box
in a Parisian manner. She looked with practical amiability at her
guests, who dined noisily and with great fire, discussing momentous
problems furiously, making wide, maniacal gestures through the cigarette
smoke. Meanwhile the little handful of waiters ran to and fro wildly.
Imperious and importunate cries rang at them from all directions.
"Gustave! Adolphe!" Their faces expressed a settled despair. They
answered calls, commands, oaths in