of summons, and looked relieved when he saw Cherry and Martin not
even talking to each other. They had been gone only ten minutes.

Anne, who did not like Peter, had decided not to ask him to stay,
but Peter had calmly taken his usual place, and had annoyed Anne
with his familiar questioning of Hong as to the amount of butter
needed in batter bread. It was a happy meal for everyone, and
after it they had attacked the rose bush again, with aching
muscles now, and in the first real summer heat. It was three
o'clock before, with a great crackling, and the scream of a
twisted branch, and a general panting and heaving on the part of
the workers, at last the feathery mass had risen a foot--two feet-
-into the air, had stood tottering like a wall of bloom, and
finally, with a downward rush, had settled to its old place on the
roof. Hong was pressed into service now, and with Martin, was on
the roof, grappling with a rope, shouting directions. A shower of
tiny blossoms and torn leaves covered the steps of the office-
porch, the garden beds were trampled deep, the seven labourers
breathless and exhausted. But the rose vine was in place! Alix
shouted congratulations to Martin as he busily roped and tied the
recaptured masses in their old position. Anne had vanished for
sandwiches; Peter was being scientifically bandaged by the doctor.
Cherry stood looking up at the roof; she did little talking; she
watched Martin during every second he spent there.

Her small heart was bursting with excitement. He had found easy
opportunities to talk to her a dozen times under cover of the
general noise. He had said wonderful and thrilling things.

"How is my own girl? Sweetheart, you're the sweetest rose of them