She came forward and laid her hand upon his arm.

"Don't misunderstand me," she said with hesitation. "If I were as sure of
myself as I am of you--Come, they are watching us."

An hour later they stood at Mr. Porter's door.

"Good night," said Harvey, but she lingered.

"Shall I see you to-morrow?"

"Do you think I had better come?"

"Why not?"

"Perhaps your father--"

"I want you to. Anyway," smiling, "father is in Chicago."

Harvey smiled too.

"I'll send the trap for you, and we'll drive--at ten, say. I suppose you
are at the hotel."

"Yes," said Harvey. "Good night."

Mr. Porter's summer home was located on the river bank, something less
than a mile from the Truesdale Hotel. The walk was somewhat lonely, and it
gave Harvey time to think. At first he was bewildered. She had seemed to