party to-night. I particularly want
to have him meet Professor Schaefer, and now we will have a girl too
many. It just throws things out."

They rolled on in silence for some time through the park when suddenly
her father said, "He may be finished by six o'clock, and Michael could
run in for him."

At six o'clock Miss Wakeham called Larry on the 'phone. "Are you still
at it?" she enquired. "And when will you be finished?"

"An hour, I think, will see me through," he replied.

"Then," said Miss Wakeham, "a little before seven o'clock the car will
be waiting at your office door."

"Hooray!" cried Larry. "You are an angel. I will be through."

At a quarter of seven Larry was standing on the pavement, which was
still radiating heat, and so absorbed in watching for the Wakehams' big
car that he failed to notice a little Mercer approaching till it drew up
at his side.

"What, you, Miss Rowena?" he cried. "Your own self? How very lovely of
you, and through all this heat!"

"Me," replied the girl, "only me. I thought it might still be hot and a
little cool breeze would be acceptable. But jump in."

"Cool breeze, I should say so!" exclaimed Larry. "A lovely, cool, sweet
spring breeze over crocuses and violets! But, I say, I must go to my
room for my clothes."

"No evening clothes to-night," exclaimed Rowena.

"Ah, but I have a new, lovely, cool suit that I have been hoping to
display at Birchwood. These old things would hardly do at your dinner
table."

"We'll go around for it. Do get in. Do you know, I left my party to come
for you, partly because I was rather nasty this afternoon?"

"You were indeed," said Larry. "You almost broke my heart, but this
wipes all out; my heart is singing again. That awfully jolly letter
of Elfie's this week made me quite homesick for the open and for the
breezes of the Alberta foothills."

"Tell me what she said," said Rowena, not because she wanted so much to
hear Elfie's news but because she loved to hear him talk, and upon no
subject could Larry wax so eloquent as upon the foothill country of
Alberta. Long after they had secured Larry's new suit and gone on their
way through park and boulevard, Larry continued to expatiate upon the
glories of Alberta hills and valleys, upon its cool breezes, its flowing
rivers and limpid lakes, and always the western rampart of the eternal
snow-clad peaks.

"And how is the mine doing?" inquired Rowena, for Larry had fallen
silent.

"The m