the forest, the shade of her thin wide hat lightly shadowing her
face, with the dew of her long sleep and recent bath enhancing the
childish purity of her skin, and with her blue eyes full of
content, Cherry was a picture of exquisite youth and grace and
charm. It was not the less winning because she seemed genuinely
unconscious of it to-day; perhaps before the girls and Anne's
precise little fledgling lawyer no self-conscious thought of
conquest had entered her head.

The dog had gone to her knee and laid his bronze mane against the
white ruffles, and while she listened and smiled, she idly fondled
and petted him with her childish, ringed hand.

"And the next experience is to be at Red Creek?" Justin asked,
delighted with this addition to the family circle and beaming
about upon everyone.

"Mr. Lloyd is there now," Cherry smiled. "Do you know Red Creek?--
I'll have to call you Justin, since you're going to be my cousin
so soon," she interrupted herself to say shyly.

"No--I--er--I--er--don't!" Justin stammered.

Anne said vivaciously:

"Of course you're to call him Justin! And he's to call you Cherry,
too--those are my orders, Frenny, and don't you dare disobey!"

"But did you get onto the artful and engaging smile Justin gave
Cherry?" Alix giggled later to Peter. She and Peter were in the