m where she stood, she concluded
that Charlie was in the temple. There was nothing surprising in that:
it was a favorite haunt of his. She raised her voice; and called to
him. At first no answer came, and she repeated:

"Charlie! Charlie!"

After a moment of waiting a head was thrust out of a window in the side
of the temple--a head in a straw hat.

"Hullo!" said Charlie; Merceron in tones of startled surprise. Then,
seeing the visitor, he added: "Oh, it's you, Millie! How did you know I
was here?"

"By the canoe, of course."

"Hang the canoe!" muttered Charlie, and his head disappeared. A second
later he came out of the doorway and down the steps. Standing on the
lowest, he shouted--the Pool was about sixty feet across--"What do you
want?"

"How rude you are!" shouted Miss Bushell in reply.

Charlie got into the canoe and began to paddle across. He had just
reached the other side, when Millie screamed:

"Look, look, Charlie!" she cried. "The temple!"

"What?"

"I--I saw something white at the window."

Charlie got out of the canoe; hastily.

"What?" he asked again, walking up to Miss Bushell.

"I declare I saw something white at the window. Oh, Charlie! But it's
all----"

"Bosh? Of course it is. There's nothing in the temple."

"Well, I thought--I wonder you like to be there."

"Why shouldn't I?"

The mysterious appearance not being repeated, Millie's courage returned.

"I thought you believed in the ghost," she said, smiling.

"So I do, but I don't mind it."

"You've never seen it?"

"Supposing I haven't? That doesn't prove it's not true."

"But you're often here at the time?"

"Never," answered Charlie with emphasis. "I always go away before the
time."

"Then you'd better come now. Put the canoe to bed and walk with me."

Charlie Merceron thrust his hands into his pockets and smiled at his
companion. He was tall also, and just able to look down on her.

"No," he said, "I'm not going yet."

"How rude--oh, there it is again, Charlie! I saw it! I'm--I'm
frightened," and her healthy color paled a trifle, as she laid a hand
on Charlie's arm.

"I tell you what," observed Charlie. "If you have fancies of this kind
you'd better not come here any more--not in the evening, at all events.
You know people who think they're going to see things always do see
'em."

"My heart is positively beating," said Miss Bushell. "I--I don't quite
like walking back alone."

"I'll see you as far as the