nor even fascinating, except in the way
of an elderly man of science. And he is
the only human being, besides yourself, that
I know or have ever heard of on the Pacific
coast. Now for your apology!"

Grace emitted a long breath, and sank
back in her seat, with her hands clasped in
her lap. She raised her hands and covered
her face with them. She removed them,
sat erect, and bent an open-eyed, intent
gaze upon her companion.

After this pantomime, she exclaimed, in
the lowest and most musical of tones, "Oh!
how hateful you are!" Then she cried out
with animation, "I believe you did it on
purpose!" Finally, she sank back again,
with a soft laugh and sparkling eyes, at the
same time stretching out her right arm
towards him and placing her hand on his,
with a whispered, "There, then!"

Freeman, accepting the hand for the
apology, kissed it, and continued to hold it
afterwards.

"Am I not a little goose?" she murmured.

"You certainly are," replied Freeman.