ing," said Jane, "and Larry has had quite a hard
time getting through. I had a lovely visit last fall with them."

"Oh, tell me about it!" exclaimed Ethel. "I heard a little, you know,
from Larry."

For half an hour Jane dilated on her western visit to the Lakeside Farm.

"Oh, you lucky girl!" cried Ethel. "What a chance you had! To think of
it! Three weeks, lonely rides, moonlight, and not a soul to butt in! Oh,
Jane! I only wish I had had such a chance! Did nothing happen, Jane? Oh,
come on now, you are too awfully oysteresque. Didn't he come across at
all?"

Jane's face glowed a dull red, but she made no pretence of failing to
understand Ethel's meaning. "Oh, there is no nonsense of that kind with
Larry," she said. "We are just good friends."

"Good friends!" exclaimed Ethel indignantly. "That's just where he is so
awfully maddening. I can't understand him. He has lots of red blood, and
he is a sport, too. But somehow he never knows a girl from her brother.
He treats me just the way he treats Bruce and Leslie. I often wonder
what he would do if I kissed him. I've tried squeezing his hand."

"Have you?" said Jane, with a delighted laugh. "What did he do?"

"Why, he never knew it. I could have killed him," said Ethel in disgust.

"He is going away to Chicago," said Jane abruptly, "to your friends,
the Wakehams. Mr. Wakeham is in mines, as you know. Larry is to get two
thousand dollars to begin with. It is a good position, and I am glad for
him. Oh, there I see Mr. MacLean and Frank Smart coming in."

When the party had settled down they discussed the Class lists and prize
winners till Dr. Brown appeared.

"Shall we have dinner soon, Jane?" he said as she welcomed him. "I wish
to get through with my work early so as to take in the big political
meeting this evening. Mr. Allen is to speak and there is sure to be a
crowd."

"I shall have it served at once, Papa. Larry is coming, but we won't
wait for him."

They were half through dinner before Larry appeared. He came in looking
worn, pale and thinner even than usual. But there was a gleam in his eye
and an energy in his movements that indicated sound and vigorous health.

"You are not late, Larry," said Jane; "we are early. Papa is going to
the political meeting."

"Good!" cried Larry. "So am I. You are going, Frank, and you, MacLean?"

"I don't know yet," said MacLean.

"We are all due at Mrs. Allen's, Larry, you remember. It is a party for
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