ough. Adele asked how she was.

"Well, I trust," said Farnsworth. "I was at her house at a Sale
affair, last night, and she was all right then. Very much all right.
But today, I called up the house, and they said she had gone away. I
don't know where."

"And you thought she was up here! Oh, Big Bill, and I thought you came
to see us!" Adele looked deeply chagrined.

"I'm jolly glad to see you, Adele, but to be honest, that little Patty
person has turned my head."

"Truly, Bill?"

"Very truly, Adele. It's one thing or the other with me now. I must
find her and if she says me nay, I go back to Arizona for good and all.
No more East for me."

Jim Kenerley, catching the earnest note in Farnsworth's voice, had all
he could do to keep from telling him then and there of Patty's presence
under that same roof, but a decided head-shake from Adele restrained
him.

For Adele felt in honour bound to keep Patty's secret, unless the girl
herself released her from her promise.

As soon as she could, Adele excused herself and left the two men to
smoke and chat together. She went to Patty's room, determined to find
out the true state of affairs. But Patty was asleep, and so profoundly
did she slumber that it seemed a shame to waken her.

So the game went on. Adele went back downstairs, and the three friends
spent a pleasant evening together. At bedtime Farnsworth declared his
intention of leaving in the morning, and sure that he would do so,
Adele hospitably urged him to remain till after dinner. To her
surprise, he acquiesced, and said he would go down to New York on a
late afternoon train.

"Now, you have done it!" said Kenerley to his wife, after their guest
had gone to his room.

"I know it, Jim. It was all my fault! But I never dreamed he'd stay
over so easily! Oh, if I'd only let him go on the morning train!"

"We'll have to keep up the hide and seek."

"Yes, and we can do it. Only it would have been so much easier the
other way."

"Perhaps Patty will relent."

"Not she! If you had seen her eyes flash, when she spoke of him.
She's desperately angry with him, for some reason. But tomorrow
morning will be all right. And I'll plan the day. There'll be no
trouble."

Adele's clever managing made her words good. Patty had breakfast in
her room, of course, and at nine o'clock, Farnsworth and the Kenerleys
had their own morning meal. A pleasant affair it was in the sunny
dining-room, and, witho