es, and the more I think of it, the more am I convinced that
she expected something far different from what followed.

I wonder what she would have said or done if I had thrown myself at her
feet and passionately declared the love I bear to her? I wonder if those
tender lips would have murmured the words which would have raised me to
the seventh heaven of happiness, or if she would have firmly said--oh,
what is the use of wondering?

"No danger of being hit with a golf ball up here," I said, when she
remained silent.

And then she laughed. Since there was nothing witty in my remark she
must have been laughing at something else. I have an idea what it was,
but I had sense enough to laugh with her.

"Do you know," I said, determined to frame a rational statement, "I
believe Miss Lawrence is in love with Mr. Wallace."

"Indeed?" she exclaimed. "And what of Mr. Wallace?"

"I believe Mr. Wallace is in love with Miss Lawrence."

"What a delightful state of affairs!" she laughed. "Nothing then remains
but to set the date, celebrate the event and live happily ever
afterward."

"I do not say she will marry him," I ventured to qualify. "It probably
started as a harmless flirtation on her part, but I really think she
cares more for him than she would be willing to admit."

"If she liked him well enough to encourage his attentions, which is a
fairly good definition of a harmless flirtation," she said, quite
seriously, "and later discovers that she loves him and that he loves
her, why should they not marry?"

I think my tactics at this point were rather clever. I saw a chance to
obtain her views on a question most vital to me, and I proceeded to do
so, but I hope I did not lower myself in her estimation. As I have said
before, I think Wallace is good enough for any woman.

"Consider the difference in their stations in life," I interposed. "She
has wealth, family, and a high position in society. Of Wallace we know
nothing except that he comports himself like a gentleman in reduced
circumstances."

"I should imagine that would be the most difficult time to play such a
role," Miss Harding said. "We know those who cannot be gentlemen even
under the most encouraging circumstances. The greatest happiness which
can come to a good woman is to marry the man she loves, and if she
allows wealth, position or any other selfish consideration to stand in
the way she does not deserve happiness."

"Right you are!" I declared with an