"It looks good to me," was Ellison's inward comment as he walked up the
street again. "I think I 'll look into this fruit business. That
would give me an out-door life, and there seems to be money in it.
That's a neat cottage of Dr. Millner's. I 'll walk past and look at
the grounds. Hello, here comes that Chinee Kid--what 'd she call him?
Wing, wasn't it? Queer-looking little critter, but she seemed to like
him. Hello, Wing! Where are you flying to now? Got over your bumps
yet?"

But the Chinee Kid cast one sober, stupid look at Ellison's sociable
countenance, opened his mouth just wide enough to grunt "_No sabe_,"
and hurried on.

Ellison looked after him with a foolish little smile and exclaimed
aloud, "Well, I 'll be hanged! If that is n't a kid!"

He heard the sound of a girl's laugh, and turning quickly, saw a merry
face surrounded by golden-red hair disappearing from a window of the
Millner cottage. He blushed furiously, frowned and muttered an angry
little word, as he thought, "That kid needs to be spanked." But,
although he was smarting a little with the feeling that the boy had
made him seem ridiculous in her eyes, his glance covertly searched her
windows as he walked on, hoping for another glimpse of the girlish
figure and the glowing hair.

A year went by, and Ellison, brown and athletic-looking, was building a
pretty cottage on the crest of a gently sloping hill just outside the
town. Annie Millner, wearing a new ring and carrying a great happiness
in her heart, went often to see how the cottage was progressing and how
the trees were growing. For the hill-slope was covered with the