ILLUSTRATIONS


"When I am married will you sound your trumpet high up
near the moon?" . . . . . . _Frontispiece_

"It's so heavenly to have you home."

Becky drew a sharp breath--then faced Dalton squarely--"I am going to
marry Randy."

"Oh, oh,", she whispered, "you don't know how I have wanted you."




THE TRUMPETER SWAN


CHAPTER I

A MAJOR AND TWO MINORS

I

It had rained all night, one of the summer rains that, beginning in a
thunder-storm in Washington, had continued in a steaming drizzle until
morning.