" These he executed quite as inaccurately, but-and this was some relief-in minor key. Sitting in the sacred hush of the moonlight, we had long talks on sober subjects not at all related to "revolving wedges" and "guards back formation," on which he had been wont to discourse. With uneasy conscience I meditated on the amazing alchemy, potent in young and tender passion.

One morning a grinning youngster with big blue eyes, like Rosie's, handed me a note. It was rather sticky to the touch, by reason of the candy with which the messenger had been paid. It bore no address.

"Darlingest Dearest--" Thus far I read, then folded it promptly and put it in my pocket. The note was still there the next afternoon when, jibing our sail, we came abruptly on an unexpected scene. In a smart cedar rowboat, such as they have for hire at the summer hotel, an athletic youth wielded a pair of long, spruce oars.