t quite satisfied to live in New York for a season, as
she fancied it an easy matter to forge a way into good society there. But
her spouse detested large cities and longed for his mining life once
more, but agreed to it because Dodo was delighted with the opportunity
opened before her, in the profession of decorator.

Polly's party on board the steamer consisted of Mr. and Mrs. Ashby and
Ruth; Mr. and Mrs. Fabian and Nancy; Mr. and Mrs. Alexander and Dodo; and
lastly, Polly Brewster and Eleanor Maynard.

Just a word about the last two girls: Polly knew that Eleanor was fond of
Paul Stewart since she met him a few years before. And Eleanor wondered
if Polly preferred Tom Latimer to any other young man she knew; but Polly
always declared that she was married to her profession and had no time to
spare for beaus. Hence Tom Latimer sighed and hoped that she might change
her mind some day.

Meantime, Tom lost no good opportunity to show how he appreciated Polly
and, whenever possible, he managed to perform the little deeds that mean
so much to a woman--especially if that woman is young and impressionable.
Thus he actually made better headway in his silent campaign for Polly, by
never broaching the subject of love--from which she would have fled
instantly and then barred the doors of her heart.

The wireless received by Polly was from Tom who had been anxiously
awaiting the time when he could communicate with the vessel. The contents
of the message could have been read to all the world without exciting
comment--it was so brotherly. But Polly felt that it was a private
welcome to her and so it was not to be shared with others.

The wireless said that Tom and Polly's dear friends who were in New York,
had been invited on board Mr. Dalken's yacht, to visit the quarantined
steamer that evening. That they would arrive about eight o'clock, having
secured passes from the Inspector at Quarantine.

Although this explanation about Polly and her associates took time for
_us_, it did not interrupt the lively banter between the five girls.
Dorothy was now certain that Polly had a real beau, somewhere, and being
so very candid and talkative herself, she admired the reticence displayed
by Polly in keeping the affairs of her heart to herself.

Dodo whispered back to Eleanor: "Dear me! I hope he is worthy of her. She
ought to have the finest husband in the world."

Eleanor laughed. "Don't worry, Dodo. She will. If he was not meant for