loves. I'd just sit down and face it."

"I will!" He had never before thought it could be easy. It seemed
very easy, now.

"Maybe I could help you," Lahoma suggested earnestly. "When Mrs.
Featherby lived near, I asked her all about such cases and got her
advice and experience. Change of scene and time are the greatest
remedies. You've had both. Then you must tell yourself that she
isn't worthy. And then you'll remind yourself that there are OTHER
girls in the world. Then you keep your mind occupied,--that is a
great thing. If you come to the cove to visit us, we will try to
occupy your mind--won't we Brick?--and Bill?"

Bill looked at Wilfred glumly. "It's too occupied now, I'm afraid."

"Bill, this is a-growing on you," Brick expostulated. "I like the
young chap first rate. He's open and free. Bill, you are
hampering, at times. I would go to my dugout if I was you, and cool
my head."

"Your head'll be hot enough," growled Bill, "when this has gone too
far."

Lahoma opened her eyes wide. "What do you mean?" she demanded,
sincerely perplexed.

"Bill," cried Brick warningly, "you're a-going to start up a fire
where they ain't even been no kindling laid."