t was to be for her a professional rather than a social
occasion. Perhaps it was sentiment that carried the day. Anyway, she was
soon to be glad she'd worn the pink organdie.

Before she had a chance to get in any professional work, Mrs. Bonner
bore down on her with a tall young man, a stranger.

"Oh, Missy! I want you to meet Raymond's cousin, Archie Briggs. Archie,
this is one of Raymond's friends, Miss Merriam." Missy was grateful for
that "Miss Merriam."

"Pleased to meet you, Miss Merriam," said Mr. Briggs. He was dark and
not very good-looking--not nearly so good-looking as Raymond--but there
was something in his easy, self-assured manner that struck her as very
distingue. She was impressed, too, by the negligent way in which he wore
his clothes; not nearly so "dressed-up" looking as the Cherryvale boys,
yet in some subtle way declassing them. She was pleased that he seemed
to be pleased with her; he asked her to "imbibe" some ice-cream with
him.

They sat at one of the little tables out on the edge of the crowd. From
there the coloured paper lanterns, swaying on the porch and strung like
fantastic necklaces across the lawn, were visible yet not too near; far
enough away to make it all look like an unreal, colourful picture. And,
above all, a round orange moon climbing up the sky, covering the scene
with light as with golden water, and sending black shadows to crawl
behind bushes and trees.

It was all very beautiful; and Mr. Briggs, though he didn't speak of the
scene at all, made a peculiarly delightful companion for that setting.
He was "interesting."

He talked easily and in a way that put her at her ease. She learned that
he and his sister, Louise, had stopped off in Cherryvale for a few days;
they were on their way back to their home in Keokuk, Iowa, from a trip
to California. Had Miss Merriam ever been in California? No; she'd never
been in California. Missy hated to make the admission; but Mr. Briggs
seemed the kind of youth not to hold it against a pretty girl to give
him a chance to exploit his travels. She was a flattering listener. And
when, after California had been disposed of, he made a wide sweep to
"the East," where, it developed, he attended college--had Miss Merriam
ever been back East?

No; she'd never been back East. And then, with a big-eyed and
appreciatively murmuring auditor, he dilated on the supreme qualities of
that foreign spot, on the exotic delights of football and regattas