about the middle of August."

"Oh, help!" Alix said, disgustedly.

Cherry was silent a few minutes, and Peter smoked with his eyes on
the fire. Alix glanced from one to the other, sighed, and glanced
down at her magazine.

"If----" Cherry said presently, "If I get my money I'll have
enough to live on, won't I, Peter?"

"You'll have about forty thousand dollars--yes, at five per cent,
you could live on that. Especially if you lived here in the
valley," Peter answered, after some thought.

"Then I want you to know," Cherry went on quietly, with sudden
scarlet in her cheeks, "that I'm going to tell Martin I think we
have tried it long enough!" Peter looked gravely at her, soberly
nodded, and resumed his study of the fire. But Alix spoke in brisk
protest.

"TRIED it! You mean tried marriage! But one doesn't try marriage!
It's a fact. It's like the colour of your eyes."

"As a matter of fact, it isn't anything of the kind," Cherry said,
mildly.

"Lloyd has given you cause, eh?" Peter took his pipe out of his
mouth long enough to ask, briefly.