o, thank you," said Marjorie, pleasantly; "I'm going for a walk,"
and she passed out, without another backward glance.

It really was a glorious morning, and Marjorie drew in long deep breaths
of the keen autumn air, as she crossed the broad avenue and entered the
park. She was not disappointed in her first impression that the park was
beautiful, and the further she walked among the trees and broad asphalt
paths, the more attractive it became. It was the last of October, but
the autumn had been a warm one, and the grass was almost as green as in
summer. To Marjorie, accustomed all her life to the arid prairie, where
trees and flowers were practically unknown, it all seemed very
wonderful, and she enjoyed every step. She walked rapidly on for some
distance, paying no particular attention to the direction she was
taking. The possibility of getting lost never once entered her mind. She
met very few people, and they all seemed in a hurry, and looked like men
and women on their way to their day's work. Once she passed a
forlorn-looking man asleep on a bench, and remembered what Undine had
once said about a tramp. This must be a tramp, she felt sure, and she
paused to regard him with interest as a new specimen of humanity.

Suddenly she came to a standstill and looked about here. She was in a
quiet path, with rocks on both sides, and there was not a soul in sight.

"I must turn back," she said, with an uncomfortable recollection of the
passing of time. "I was enjoying my walk so much I never realized how
far I was going, but I'm afraid I shall have to hurry now if I don't
want to be late for breakfast."

Accordingly she turned her steps in the direction from which she had
come, and walked on rapidly for several minutes. But alas! she had
taken more than one turn since entering the park, and going back was no
such easy matter as she had imagined. The more she tried to remember the
way she had come, the more bewildered she became.

"I declare, I believe I am lost!" she said at last, with a feeling of
amused dismay. "I must be more careful to notice where I am going next
time. Oh, there is one of those men in uniform, that Uncle Henry said
were policemen. He will be able to tell me if I'm going right."

She quickened her steps, and approaching the officer, inquired politely:

"Will you please tell me if this is the way to the entrance?"

"Which entrance?" inquired the policeman, regarding her curiously.

"I don't know,"