"Tuesday's wind and Dad," Alix answered. "Will it go back, Peter?"

"I--I don't know!" he mused, walking slowly about the wreck. "If
we had a lever down here, and some fellow on the roof with a rope,
maybe."

"Mr. Lloyd is coming over!" Alix announced. Peter nodded absently,
but the mention of Martin Lloyd reminded him that they had all
dined at his house on the very evening when the mysterious gale
had commenced, and with interest he asked:

"Cherry catch cold coming home Tuesday night?"

"No; she squeezed in between Dad and me, and was as warm as
toast!" Alix answered casually. "How'd you like Mr. Lloyd?" she
added.

"Nice fellow!" Peter answered. Alix grinned. She had before this
accused Peter of violent partisanship with his own sex. He
criticized women severely; the Strickland girls had often been
angry and resentful at his comments upon the insincerity,
extravagance, and ignorance of their own sex, but with Peter, all
men were worthy of respect, until otherwise proved.

"He's awfully nice," Alix agreed.

"Who is he?" Peter asked curiously. "Where are his people and all
that?"