have been found on the broad lawn late one afternoon, playing tennis with his hostess, the lovely and vivacious "Aunt Loraine." To him, Mrs. King would always be "Aunt Loraine," even as he would never be anything but Bobby to her.     

       She was several years under forty and as light and active as a young girl. Her smooth cheek glowed with the happiness and thrill of the sport, and he was hard put to hold his own against her, even though she insisted that he play his level best.     

       Truxton King, stalwart and lazy, lounged on the turf, umpiring the game, attended by two pretty young girls, a lieutenant in flannels and the ceremonious Count Quinnox, iron grey and gaunt-faced battleman with the sabre scars on his cheek and the bullet wound in his side.     

       "Good work, Rainie," shouted the umpire as his wife safely placed the ball far out of her opponent's reach.     

       "Hi!" shouted Robin, turning on him with a scowl. "You're not supposed to cheer anybody, d' you understand? You're only an umpire."     

       "Outburst of excitement, Kid," apologised the umpire complacently.       "Couldn't help it. Forty thirty. Get busy."     

       "He called him 'kid,'" whispered one of the young girls to the other.     

       "Well I heard the Prince call Mr. King 'Truck' a little while ago,"       whispered the other.     

       "Isn't he good-looking?" sighed the first one.     

       They were sisters, very young, and lived in the cottage across the road with their widowed mother. Their existence was quite unknown to Mr. and Mrs. Blithers, although the amiable Maud was rather nice to them. She had once picked them up in her automobile when she encountered them walking to the station. After that she called them by their Christian names and generously asked them to call her Maud. It might appear from this that Maud suffered somewhat from loneliness in the great house on the hill. The Felton girls had known Robin a scant three-quarters of an hour and were deeply in love with him. Fannie was eighteen and Nellie but little more than sixteen. He was their first Prince.     

       "Whee-ee!" shrilled Mrs. King, going madly after a return that 

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