mistaking her. Reviewing the evidence he found it baffling. That absurd
exclamation about lighthouses alone might be taken as indicating an
unfamiliarity with the humbler walks of life.

The Reporter was at this time in daily attendance upon a convention in
progress in a neighbouring hall, and he rarely failed to stop at the
carriage block and pass the time of day on his way to and fro.

"Ah ha!" he exclaimed, on one of these occasions, after perusing in
silence the first edition of the _Evening Record_; "I see my Cousin
Augustus, on his return from New York, is to give a dinner dance in
honour of Mrs. Gerrard Pennington's niece."

"I appreciate your innocent pride in Cousin Augustus, but may I inquire
if by chance he possesses another name?" The Candy Man spoke with
uncalled-for asperity.

"Sure," responded the Reporter, with a quizzical glance at his
questioner; "several of 'em. Augustus Vincent McAllister is what he
calls himself every day."




CHAPTER FOUR

_In which the Candy Man again sees the Grey Suit, and Virginia
continues the story of the Little Red Chimney._