care
for peaks."

"Now, Mr. Rand," corrected Cora, "didn't you take a peek into my auto
the night it broke down? Seems to me there are peeks and peaks----"

Amid laughter they rode along, enjoying the splendid scenery and
bracing air, but the gypsy's face was haunting Cora.

That evening there was to be a hop at the hotel. As many of the
patrons were soon leaving for home, it was expected that the affair
would be entered into with all the energy that could be summoned from
the last of the season. There would not be another big affair until
the next summer, so all must "make hay" while the lights held out.

Our friends had some trouble in finding just the correct wearing things
in the small auto trunks, but pretty girls can so safely depend upon
youth and good manners that simple frocks were pressed literally and
physically for the occasion, whereas many of the all-season guests at
the Tip-Top were not so self-reliant. Motor-made complexions, and the
eyes that go with that peculiar form of beauty, formed a combination
beyond dispute.

Cora wore her pale yellow poplin, Betty was in all white, of course;
Bess looked like an apple blossom in something pinkish, and Belle was
the evening star in her dainty blue. Hazel "had on" a light green
affair. We say "had on," for that's the way Hazel had of wearing
things--she hated the bother of fixing up.

The young men were not expected to have evening "togs" in their
runabout traps, but they did have some really good-looking, fresh,
summer flannels that made them appear just as well dressed and much
better looking than some of the "swells" in their regular dress suits.

"What a wonderful time!" exclaimed Betty. "I never thought we could
have such a jolly good time at a regular hotel affair."

"Why?" asked Hazel, wondering.

"Because there are so many kinds of people that----"

"We are all chorus, and no spot light?" interrupted Walter
mischievously. "But we might put you up on the window sill."

"Indeed!" and the little lady flounced off. "Now you may fill in that
girl's card over there--the red-headed one. She has been looking at
you most all evening, and I have promised at least four dances."

Walter looked as if he would fall at Betty's feet if there had been
sufficient room.

"Betty! Betty!" he begged. "If you do not give me the 'Yale' I shall
leave the ballroom instanter."

"Oh, if you really want it," agreed Betty, and off they went.

Bess was so