eyelashes.

"Oh, then----" he began eagerly.

"And I want to stay, for perfectly selfish reasons," she went on
serenely. "But if my staying makes you think that there is any hope
of--of eventualities--I think I'd better go. In other words, I like
the idea of a vacation here. That's all. If you are willing to have
me as selfish as all that, why, it's up to you. I think myself I'm a
pig."

"You will stay, but not with any idea of learning to like me better--is
that it?"

"That's it," she said. "And, as I said, I feel colossally selfish--a
regular Hun or something."

"That's because you used the word 'colossal,'" he said absently. "They
did, a lot. All right, my dear. That's fair enough. Yes, I'm
willing."

"But no tempers, mind, and no expectations!" said Marjorie firmly,
making hay while the sun shone.

"No," said Francis. He looked at her appraisingly. "You know," he
remarked, "the gamble isn't all one way. It's just possible that I may
be as glad as you not to see the thing through when we've seen
something of each other. I don't feel that way now, but there's no
telling."

She sprang to her feet, angry as he had been. But he had turned, after
he said that, and gone quietly downstairs.

The idea was new to her, and correspondingly annoying.
Francis--Francis, who had been spending all his time since he got back
trying to win her--Francis suggesting that he might tire of her! Why,
people didn't _do_ such things! And if he expected to tire of her what
did he want her for at all?

She sprang up and surveyed herself in the glass that hung against the
rough wall, over a draped dressing-table which had apparently once been
boxes. Yes, she did look tired and draggled. Her wild-rose color was
nearly gone, and there were big circles under her eyes. And there was
a smudge on her face that nobody had told her a thing about. And her
hair was mussed too much to be becoming, even to her, who looked best
with it tossed a little. And there was not a sign of water to wash in
anywhere, and the room had no furniture except the cot and the
dressing-table----

Another knock stopped her here, and she turned to see young Peggy,
immaculate and blooming, at the door.

"I just came to bring you towels, and to see that everything was all
right, and show you the way to the bathroom," she said most
opportunely. "We have a bathtub, you know, even up here in the wilds!"

Marjorie forgot everything; home, hus