could ever meet with any success. How was he to interest people who
had the means to carry his plan into effect? But if the thought of
doing great things would give him any happiness, he would be the last
one to remove such a hope.

The storm raged outside and the wind beat against the window as the
three sat and talked. The room was warm and cosy, and Jasper was
pleased to have these two visitors on such a lonely night. Simon
Squabbles and his meanness he forgot for awhile as he listened to Betty
as she told him of her home life. It was just what he needed to take
him out of himself, and to make him think of others. But when the girl
spoke of Lois and how she had been with them that afternoon on the
river, he became doubly interested.

"Oh, you must see her," Betty exclaimed. "She is the most wonderful
person I ever saw. Isn't it strange that you have never met her!"

"Why, what chance have I had?" Jasper asked. "Anyway, she wouldn't
want anything to do with such a rough fellow as I am."

"Indeed she would. She's not that kind; there's nothing stuckup about
her. Maybe you'll see her passing some day. She might call, too, for
she is so friendly."

"Call! What do you mean? How could she call upon me if I am miles
away from this place?"

"Oh, but you won't be. You'll be right here where you have been for
some time."