world would she have aroused his suspicions by questions. And she
made her voice very casual, when she finally enquired:

"By the way, that Mr. Saunders who brought us home is awfully
handsome. Sort of gallant looking, don't you think?"

Uncle Charlie laughed; then shook his finger at her in mock
admonition.

"Oh, Missy! You've fallen, too?"

Missy gulped; Uncle Charlie had made an unwitting revelation! But
she tried not to give herself away; still casual, she asked:

"Oh! do other people fall?"

"All the ladies fall for Saunders," said Uncle Charlie.

Missy hesitated, then hazarded:

"Aunt Isabel, too?"

"Oh, yes." Uncle Charlie looked pathetically unconcerned. "Aunt
Isabel likes to have him around. He often comes in handy at dances."

It would be just like Mr. Saunders to be a good dancer!

"He harps well, too," she said meditatively.

"What's that?" enquired Uncle Charlie.