awkwardly, and Peter shut his teeth. Anne, who had very properly
come over to say good-bye to her cousin, got in the back seat of
the car and Alix took the seat beside her.

"Take a picture of Peter and me with the suitcases!" she said. "We
must look so domestic!"

"Get in here, Cherry," Peter said, opening the door of the seat
beside his own. "Doctor, we'll be back in about an hour--"

"Without Cherry!" her father said with a rueful smile.

"Without Cherry!" Peter echoed, looking at her gravely.

It was then that Cherry saw in Peter's expression something that
she did not forget for many, many months--never quite forgot. He
wore a rough tramping costume to-day, a Sunday, and he was halfway
up the porch steps, ready to carry bags to the waiting motor car.
His eyes were fixed upon her with something so yearning, so
loving, so troubled in their gaze that a thrill went through
Cherry from head to foot. He instantly averted his look, turned to
the car, fumbled with the gears; they were off. He was to drive
them all the way to Sausalito; Alix commented joyously upon the
beauty of the day.

Cherry, tied trimly into a hat that was all big daisies, was
silent for a while. But when Alix and Anne commenced an interested
conversation in the back seat, she suddenly said regretfully:

"Oh, I hate to go away this time! I mind it more even than the