I nodded. "Lots and lots of 'em,"
I said. "Don't you?"

She shook her head in wistful denial.

"Us Madigans," she said, "keeps to
ourselves." She said it so haughtily
that for a moment I was almost per-
suaded into thinking that they lived
their solitary lives from choice. But,
glancing up at her, I saw a blush that
covered her face, and there were tears
in her eyes.

"Well, anyway," said I quickly, "we
know each other."

"Yes," she cried, "we do that!"

She got up, then, and ran to a great
tree from which a stout grape-vine was
swinging, and pulling at it with her
strong arms, she soon had it made into
a practical swing.

"Come!" she called -- "come, let's
swing together!"

She helped me to balance myself on
the rope-like vine, and, placing her feet