one. I am going to put myself in Ted's hands and let him personally
conduct my afternoon."

Blue eyes met blue eyes at that and flashed happy fire. Lucky Ted!

"Oh, jolly!" exclaimed that delighted youth. "Will you play basket-ball
in the attic?"

"Of course I will. Just the thing for a rainy day."

"Bowls?"

"Yes, indeed."

"Take a cross-country tramp?" His eyes were sparkling.

Roberta glanced out of the window. The rain was dashing hard against the
pane. "If you won't go through the West Wood marshes," she stipulated.

"Sure I won't. They'd be pretty wet even for me on a day like this. Is
there anything you'd specially like to do yourself?" he bethought
himself at this stage to inquire.

Roberta shrugged her shoulders. "Of course it seems tame to propose
settling down by the living-room fire and popping corn, after we get
back and have got into our dry clothes," said she, "but--"

Ted grinned. "That's the stuff," he acknowledged. "I knew you'd think of
the right thing to end up the lark with." He looked across at Richard
with a proud and happy face. "Didn't I tell you she was a peach of a