ask at The Locusts; things I've wanted to know ever since I came
back from Lloydsboro Valley, and yet you can't very well find out
just in letters. He left on this morning's early train. If he finds
he can take the time, he's going on to Annapolis for a day, just to
get a glimpse of Holland, and then to New York for a day and a half
with Joyce. Good old Jack! He's certainly earned his holiday. I can
hardly wait for him to come home and tell all about it."


Spreading the book out on her knees, Mary adjusted her pen and began to
write rapidly, for words always crowded to her pen-point as they did to
her tongue, with a rush.

"WARWICK HALL, September 12.

"Little did I think when I wrote that last line, that six whole
weeks would pass before I added another, or that my next entry
would be made in this beautiful old garden that I have dreamed of
so long. Little did I think I would be sitting here beside the old
sun-dial, or that such an hour could shine for me as the happy hour
when Jack came back.

"I drove into Phoenix to meet him, and I knew from the way he
waved his hat and swung off the steps before the train stopped that
he had good news, and it was! Perfectly splendid! They had made
him assistant manager of the mines, with a great big salary that
would make a change in all our fortunes. I thought it was queer
that he should bring a trunk back with him, for he went away with
only a suit-case, but I was so busy asking questions about Joyce
and Holland and everybody at The Locusts, that there wasn't time or