new and wonderful radiance.

"He lives in Des Moines. He was just walking into town, and took a short
cut through the grove."

"Walking! From Des Moines?"

Prudence flushed uncomfortably. "I didn't think of that," she said.
"But I do not see why he should not walk if he likes. He's strong and
athletic, and fond of exercise. I guess he's plenty able to walk if he
wants to. I'm sure he's no tramp, father, if that is what you are
thinking."

"I am not thinking anything of the kind, Prudence," he said with dignity.
"But I do think it rather strange that a young man should set out to walk
from Des Moines to Mount Mark. And why should he be at it so early in
the morning? Doesn't he require sleep, as the rest of us do?"

"How should I know? I guess if he likes to be but in the morning when it
is fresh and sweet, it is all right. I like the morning myself. He had
as much right out early as I had. His clothes were nice, and he is a
Harvard graduate, and his shoes were dusty, but not soiled or worn.
Anyhow, he is coming at four o'clock. If you want to ask if he is a
tramp, you can do it." And Prudence burst into tears.

Dramatic silence in the cheerful sitting-room! Then Fairy began bustling
about to bathe the face and throat of "poor little Prudence," and her
father said sympathetically:

"You're all nervous and wrought up, with the pain and excitement,