charmed. Aunt Yvonne, Mr. Lorry has asked us to drive with him
over the city, and I have accepted for you. When are we to
start, Mr. Lorry?"

Mr. and Mrs. Guggenslocker stared in a bewildered sort of manner
at their niece. Then Aunt Yvonne turned questioning eyes toward
her husband, who promptly bowed low before the tall American and
said:

"Your kind offices shall never be forgotten, sir. When are the
ladies to be ready?"

Lorry was weighing in his mind the advisability of asking them to
dine in the evening with his mother, but two objections presented
themselves readily. First, he was afraid of this perverse maid;
second, he had not seen his mother. In fact, he did not know
that she was in town.

"At two o'clock, I fancy. That will give us the afternoon. You
leave at nine to-night, do you not?"

"Yes. And will you dine with us this evening?" Her invitation
was so unexpected, in view of all that had happened, that he
looked askance. "Ach, you must not treat my invitation as I did
yours!" she cried, merrily, although he could detect the blush
that returns with the recollection of a reprimand. "You should
profit by what I have been taught." The girl abruptly threw her
arm about her aunt and cried, as she drew away in the direction
of her room: "At two, then, and at dinner this evening. I bid
you good morning, Mr. Lorry."