ought he had never seen a fairer, sweeter slip
of girlhood than this little "down east" schoolteacher with her red hair
and wonderful eyes.

Paul sat between them blissfully happy.

"I never dreamed father was coming," he said radiantly. "Even Grandma
didn't know it. It was a great surprise. As a general thing . . ." Paul
shook his brown curls gravely . . . "I don't like to be surprised. You
lose all the fun of expecting things when you're surprised. But in a
case like this it is all right. Father came last night after I had gone
to bed. And after Grandma and Mary Joe had stopped being surprised he
and Grandma came upstairs to look at me, not meaning to wake me up till
morning. But I woke right up and saw father. I tell you I just sprang at
him."

"With a hug like a bear's," said Mr. Irving, putting his arms around
Paul's shoulder smilingly. "I hardly knew my boy, he had grown so big
and brown and sturdy."

"I don't know which was the most pleased to see father, Grandma or I,"
continued Paul. "Grandma's been in kitchen all day making the things
father likes to eat. She wouldn't trust them to Mary Joe, she says.
That's HER way of showing gladness. _I_ like best just to sit and talk
to father. But I'm going to leave you for a little while now if you'll
excuse me. I must get the cows for Mary Joe. That is one of my daily
duties."

When Paul had scampered away to do his "daily duty" Mr. Irving talked to
Anne of various matters. But Anne felt that he was thinking of something
else underneath all the time. Presently it came to the surface.

"In Paul's last letter he spoke of going with you to visit an old . . .
friend of mine . . . Miss Lewis at the stone house in Grafton. Do you know
her well?"

"Yes, indeed, she is a very dear friend of mine," was Anne's demure
reply, which gave no hint of the sudden thrill that tingled over her
from head to foot at Mr. Irving's question. Anne "felt instinctively"
that romance was peeping at her around a corner.

Mr. Irving rose and went to the window, looking out on a great, golden,
billowing sea where a wild wind was harping. For a few moments there was
silence in the little dark-walled room. Then he turned and looked down
into Anne's sympathetic face with a smile, half-whimsical, half-tender.

"I wonder how much you know," he said.

"I know all about it," replied Anne promptly. "You see," she explained
hastily, "Miss Lavendar and I are very intimate. She wouldn't tell
things