I landed, yesterday afternoon. I was bound to give you a surprise, and
I think I've made it out. Glad to see me?"

"You dear old boy! Have you any doubts about it? How well you're
looking, and how--how stunning!"

"Ditto, ma'am. The years have agreed with you, I suspect."

"Yes. And you? You've told so little about yourself. You do write horrid
letters, Billy."

"Your old frankness, I observe," he said mischievously.

"I know it; but when I am longing to hear if you're well and all about
you, you write reams of student gossip. I forgive you, though, now I see
you, for you look better than I ever supposed you could."

"Not much like the flabby chunk of flesh that used to call itself Billy
Farrington?" he asked complacently.

"Not a bit, you giant; but you're the same old Billy. Is it polite to
say you've grown? Walk off, and let me look at you."

Turning, he made a few quick strides up and down the room, laughing, as
he did so, at the perfect satisfaction written on her face. Then he came
back and took her hand once more.

"Will it pass, Teddy?" he asked, looking down at the tall girl beside
him.

"Yes, in every way. You're sure you are as strong as ever?"

"Sound as a nut. And, by Jove, Ted, after two years of Dutch Gretchens,
it is good to see you again."

[Illustration: SOMETHING IN THE EXPRESSION OF THE BLUE EYES ABOVE HER
MADE HER OWN EYES DROOP.]

Something in the expression of the blue eyes above her made her own eyes
droop. Then suddenly she flushed and drew away her hand, which, all
this time, had been lying in his two strong brown palms, for, as she
looked down, her glance had chanced to fall upon the bunch of withered
leaves which still clung in her belt.

THE END

WANOLASSET

THE-LITTLE-ONE-WHO-LAUGHS

By MISS A. G. PLYMPTON

_Author of "Dear Daughter Dorothy," etc._

[Illustration]

_12mo. Cloth. With illustrations by the author._ $1.25.

A story of colonial life in New England during King Philip's War, and of
the captivity of a little Medfield maid, to whom, on account of her
brave spirit and sunny temper, the Indians gave the name of
"Wanolasset"--meaning "The-little-one-who-laughs." Much historical
information is cleverly interwoven with the story, which is one of
absorbing interest. The author has invested her youthful characters with
much of that same sweetness which characterizes "Dear Daughter Dorothy,"
the heroine of one of her earlier books; and their vary