turned back to the buggy, taking from beneath the seat a parcel
wrapped in brown paper. "Mostyn, they have a most wonderful reading-
circle here in the mountains. I have quit trying to keep pace with
them." He held the parcel toward Dolly. "I heard you say all of you
wanted to know something of Balzac's philosophy. I find that he has
expressed it in his novels _Louis_ _Lambert_ and _Seraphita_. The
introductions in both these volumes are very complete and well
written."

"Oh, they are _exactly_ what we want." Dolly was very happy over the
gift, and she thanked the blushing Saunders warmly. Mostyn stood by,
vaguely antagonistic. He had not read the books in question, and he
had a feeling that his partner was receiving a sort of gratitude which
he himself could never have won. Then another thought possessed him.
How well the two seemed mated! Why, Saunders--plain, steady, ever-
loyal Saunders, with his love of books and Nature, and his growing
aversion to gay social life--was exactly the type of man to make a
girl like Dolly a good husband.

Dolly was trying to break the twine on the parcel. "Let me!" Saunders,
still blushing, was first to offer assistance. He took out his pocket-
knife, cut the twine, unwrapped the books, and handed them back to
her.

"Oh, they are so pretty--you always get such costly bindings!" Dolly
added, almost reproachfully, as she fairly caressed the rich red
leather with her hands. "You--you intend to lend them to the club, of
course, and we must be very careful not to soil them. I shall have
some covers made to--"