will not sing. Is your answer final?"

"I think I will wait a little longer. We are liable to be disturbed here.
And now that you have made a start, perhaps you will improve in manners
becoming a lover without any more help."

"No, I shall relapse and be worse than ever. Now is your time to help me
find my heart."

Without answering, Margaret sprang up impulsively, exclaiming:

"There! I have forgotten that book the professor borrowed. Men never
return anything. I must go and get it, and put it into my bag. And I had
better run down and see if auntie wants anything. You stay right here;
don't move, and I'll be back in just three minutes."




CHAPTER II.

A FALLEN SATELLITE.


I promised, and then settled myself more comfortably into my steamer chair
to await Margaret's return. The three minutes passed, and she did not
come. Evidently it was hard to find the professor, or perhaps he was
holding her, against her will, for a discussion of the book. At any rate,
I could do nothing but sit there, in that easy, half-reclining position,
and watch the full moon, which had just risen, and was shining square in