"They seem busy, don't they?" she remarked. "Father is making quite
a friend of that man."

"I don't like him," declared Mrs. Dawson, quite vigorously for her.
"I'm sure a man with such a lot of hair on his face can't be really
nice, and I thought he was inclined to be rude yesterday."

"Yes," agreed Ella. "Yes, he was. I think Mr. Clive was a little
vexed, though he took no notice, I suppose he couldn't very well."

"I don't like the man at all," Mrs. Dawson repeated. "All that
hair, too. Do you like him?"

"I don't know," Ella answered, and after she and her mother had
returned from their walk she took occasion to find Dunn in the
garden and ask him some trifling question or another.

"You are interested in chess?" she remarked, when he had answered
her.

"All problems are interesting till one finds the answer to them,"
he replied.

"There's one I know of," she retorted. "I wish you would solve
for me."

"Tell me what it is," he said quickly. "Will you?"

She shook her head slightly, but she was watching him very intently
from her clear, candid eyes, and now, as always, her nearness to