s to Mr. Raeburn. There
is another bond between us."

They both laughed. Donovan took Dolly upon his knee.

"Do you remember, Dolly, when you were lost on the beach once?"

"Yes," said Dolly, promptly, "I clied."

"Who found you?"

"Farver," said Dolly.

"Who brought you to father?"

Dolly searched her memory.

"An old gentleman gave Dolly sweets!"

"My father," said Erica, smiling.

"And who helped you up the beach?" asked Gladys.

"A plitty lady did," said Dolly.

"Was it this lady, do you think?" said Donovan, indicating Erica.

Dolly trotted round with her dear little laughing face to make the
scrutiny.

"I fink vis one is plittier," she announced. Whereupon every one began
to laugh.

"The most charming compliment I ever heard!" said Leslie Cunningham.
"Dolly ought to be patted on the back."

Erica smiled and colored; but as she looked again at Donovan and little
Dolly, her thoughts wandered away to that June day in the museum when
they had been the parable which shadowed forth to her such a wonderful
reality. Truly, there were links innumerable between her and Donovan.

Leslie Cunningham seemed as if he intended to stay forever; however,
every one was quite content to sit out on the lawn talking and watching
the children at their play. It was one of those still, soft September
evenings when one is glad of any excuse to keep out of doors.

At last the dressing bell rang, and Leslie took out his watch with an
air of surprise.

"The afternoon has flown!" he exclaimed. "I had no idea it was so late.
I wanted to ask you, by the bye, whether I could see the coffee tavern
at Greyshot. We are going to start one down at our place, and I want to
see one or two well-managed ones first. Whereabouts is it? I think I'll
ride on now, and have a look at it."

"Dine with us first," said Donovan, "and I'll ride over with you between
eight and nine, that is the best time for seeing it in full swing."

So Leslie Cunningham stayed to dinner, and talked a great deal about
temperance work, but did not succeed in blinding his host, who knew well
enough that Erica had been the real cause of his desire to go over to
Greyshot.

Temperance, however, proved a fortunate subject, for it was, of course,
one in which she was deeply interested, all the more so now that it
formed one of the strongest bonds remaining between herself and her
father's followers. A large number of the Raeburnites were either
teetotalers or