remember this, that in my heart is just one wish, to
help my old friend Anthony to happiness----"

The girl laughed softly, her head up, her eyes shining. "You can't make
him much happier than he is," she said; "it may sound awfully conceited,
but I think he's happy--because he's going to marry me--Diana."

CHAPTER V

IN WHICH BETTINA DANCES

Diana's house, set high on the rocks, hung over the harbor. In the
quaint old town, front doors became back doors, kitchens looked out on
the street, and the windows of living-rooms and dining-rooms faced the
sea. But there were two seasons when the rocky and ignored gardens of
the town were ablaze with beauty--in the lilac month of the spring, and
in the dahlia month of the fall.

It was at the time of lilac bloom that Bettina came to make her
wonderful visit to Diana, and, after an exciting day in which she had
been swept from the hands of the dressmaker to the hands of the
hair-dresser, thence to Sophie for inspection and to Diana for
confirmation of the completeness of her attire, she found herself,
arrayed in all her glory, alone in the wide hallway.

The door was open at the end which faced the town, and the fragrance of
the lilacs poured in. The soft wind swayed the branches of the bushes so
that they seemed to float like white and purple clouds against a
background of blue.

On the step sat Peter Pan, and as Bettina came toward him he rose to
meet her and together they went down the path.

It was there in the old garden that Justin and Bobbie came upon her.
They were in the white flannels and blue coats which Diana's informality
permitted. The insignia on Bobbie's cap proclaimed him a yachtsman.

Justin, having presented Bobbie, smiled straight into Bettina's eyes.

"To think of finding you here," he said.

"How is your hand?" was her practical question.

"Dr. Anthony cured it. I was able to fly yesterday over the harbor. When
are you going to fly with me?"

"Never." Bettina shivered with apprehension.

"Oh, but you'd like it," broke in Bobbie, eagerly. "I've been up with
him, and it's like floating on a sea of sunshine. I give you my word the
sensation is delightful."

Justin said no more on the subject. He could wait, but some day he was
going to fly with this little golden girl. He wondered who had been
inspired to dress her in that white and amethyst combination. She was
as flower-like as the lilacs themselves--she belonged to them; she was
e