face. "You know yourself, Eve dear, that the first summer we were here
we often found ourselves entering the wrong gate. The houses are as much
alike as two peas."

"I know. But, oh, Carrie, if you could have seen his expression when it
dawned on him that he was in the wrong house! It's too bad to laugh at
him, but I just have to."

"I hope you didn't laugh while he was here," said Miss Mullett,
anxiously.

"I'm afraid I did--just a little," replied Eve, contritely. "But I don't
think he saw it. He was too--too bewildered and horrified, and terribly
embarrassed. I really pitied him. I don't think I ought to pity him,
either, for he gave me quite a fright when he opened the front door and
walked in just as though he'd come to murder us all."

"Poor man!" sighed Miss Mullett. "He must be feeling awfully about it.
And--and didn't you think him exceedingly nice looking? So big and--and
manly!"

"Manly?" laughed Eve. "He looked to me more like a very small boy
discovered in the preserve closet!"

"Of course, but I'm afraid you were a little--oh, the least little bit
unfeeling, dear."

"Perhaps I was," owned Eve, thoughtfully. "I shouldn't want him to think
me--impolite."