once a month for the rest of your life!"

The picture brought her happy color, the shy look he loved.

"I'm glad, Greg. I like her immensely!"

They were at the car; she must flush again at the chauffeur's
greeting, finding a certain grave significance, a certain
acceptance, in his manner.

"Wife and baby well, Martin?"

"Very well, thank you, Mrs. Breckenridge."

"Still in Belvedere Hills?"

"Well, just at present, yes, Madam."

"You see, I am looking for suitable quarters for all hands,"
Doctor Gregory said, his laugh drowning hers, his eyes feasting on
her delicious confusion. She was aware that feminine eyes from the
house were watching her. Presently she had kissed Mrs. Dimmick
good-bye. Warren had put his man in the tonneau; he would take the
wheel himself for the three hours' run into town.

"Good-bye, my dear!" said the old lady, adding with an innocent
vacuity of manner quite characteristic of Quaker Bridge. "Let me
know when the weddin's goin' to be!"

"I'll let you know right now," said Doctor Gregory, who, gloved