termined to exact the last morsel of joy before
retribution fell.

"Are you that boy?" she asked, eyes wide open and burning.

"It's harder to believe you're that long-legged little fairy in white
socks."

"So you knew me ... all the time ... and I didn't know you at all."

Her voice trembled. The look she flung toward him was shy and diffident.
She had loved him then. She loved him now. Somehow he was infinitely
nearer to her than he had been.

"Yes, I knew you. I've always known you. That's because you're a dream
friend of mine. In the daytime I've had other things to think about, but
at night you're a great pal of mine."

"You mean ... before ... we met again?"

"That's what I mean."

The pink surged into her cheeks. "I've dreamed about you too," she
confessed with an adorable shyness. "How strange it is--to meet again
after all these years."

"Not strange to me. Somehow I expected to meet you. Wasn't that in your
dreams too--that some day we should meet again?"

"I was always meeting you. But--why didn't I know you?"

"I'll confess that I wouldn't have known you if it hadn't been for your
name."

"You think I've changed, then?"

"No, you haven't changed. You've only grown up. You're still a little
rebel. Sometimes you still think it's howwid to be a dirl."

"Only when they won't let me do things," she smiled. "And you really
remember even my lisp."

"You have a faint hint of it yet sometimes when you are excited."

"I'm excited now--tremendously." She laughed to belie her words, but the
note of agitation was not to be concealed. Her mouth was strangely dry
and her heart had a queer uncertain beat. "Why shouldn't I be--with my
baby days popping out at me like this when I thought they were dead and
buried? It's ... it's the strangest thing...."

His blood too responded to a quickened beat. He could not understand the
reason for it. Since he had no intention of being sentimental he was
distinctly annoyed at himself. If it had been Joyce Seldon now--well,
that would have been another tale.

Over the brow of a hillock appeared Lord and Lady Farquhar walking
toward them. One glance told Moya that her chaperone had made up her
mind to drive Jack Kilmeny from the field. The girl ran forward quickly.

"We've just found out the oddest thing, Lady Farquhar. Mr. Kilmeny and I
are old friends. We met when we were children," she cried quickly.

Lady Jim looked at her husband. He cleared his throat in some