te pupil before I left
the country. I couldn't quite go without it."

"Mr. Dane," I said, "you don't mean me?"

"Yes," he answered, "I mean you."

I could have danced and sung with happiness. "Oh," said I, "then I must
have been a better scholar than I thought. I feel as if I could teach
psychology--this minute."

"You could," said he, "this minute." And we both laughed and didn't
know, after all, what we were laughing at--at least I didn't. But
suddenly I was cold with fear.

"Why," I said, "if you've only really decided to go to-night, how do you
know you can get a passage on our ship?"

"Because, sweet Lady Reason," said he, "I used Charlie Ned's telephone
and found out." (That was a pretty name--sweet Lady Reason.)

We didn't talk any more then for a long time, because suddenly the moon
seemed so bright and the garden so sweet. But all at once I heard a step
on the gravel walk, and I knew who it was. "That's Charles Edward," I
said. "He's been home with Aunt Elizabeth. We must go in."

"No!" said he. "No, Peggy. There won't be such another night." Then
he laughed quickly and got up. "Yes," he said, "there will be such
nights--over and over again. Come, Peggy, little psychologist, we'll go
in."

We found Lorraine and Charles Edward standing in the middle of the room,
holding hands and looking at each other. "You're a hero," Lorraine was
saying, "and a gentleman and a scholar and my own particular Peter."

"Don't admire me," said Charles Edward, "or you'll get me so bellicose I
shall have to challenge Lyman Wilde. Poor old chap! I believe to my soul
he's had the spirit to make off."

"Speak gently of Lyman Wilde," said Lorraine. "I never forget what we
owe him. Sometimes I burn a candle to his photograph. I've even dropped
a tear before it. Well, children?" She turned her bright eyes on us as
if she liked us very much, and we two stood facing them two, and it all
seemed quite solemn. Suddenly Charles Edward put out his hand and shook
Mr. Dane's, and they both looked very much moved, as grandmother would
say. I hadn't known they liked each other so well.

"Do you know what time it is?" said Lorraine. "Half-past eleven by
Shrewsbury clock. I'll bake the cakes and draw the ale."

"Gee whiz!" said Mr. Dane. I'd never heard things like that. It sounded
like Billy, and I liked it. "I've got to catch that midnight train."

For a minute it seemed as if we all stood shouting at one another,
Lorraine asking him