inspection, proved to have deep grey eyes and freckles. Sally's liking for her increased.     

       “Thank you for saving Fillmore from the wolves,” she said. “They would have torn him in pieces but for you.”      

       “Oh, I don't know,” said Miss Winch.     

       “It was noble.”      

       “Oh, well!”      

       “I think,” said Sally, “I'll go and have a talk with Fillmore. He looks as though he wanted consoling.”      

       She made her way to that picturesque ruin.     

       4     

       Fillmore had the air of a man who thought it wasn't loaded. A wild, startled expression had settled itself upon his face and he was breathing heavily.     

       “Cheer up!” said Sally. Fillmore jumped like a stricken jelly. “Tell me all,” said Sally, sitting down beside him. “I leave you a gentleman of large and independent means, and I come back and find you one of the wage-slaves again. How did it all happen?”      

       “Sally,” said Fillmore, “I will be frank with you. Can you lend me ten dollars?”      

       “I don't see how you make that out an answer to my question, but here you are.”      

       “Thanks.” Fillmore pocketed the bill. “I'll let you have it back next week. I want to take Miss Winch out to lunch.”      

       “If that's what you want it for, don't look on it as a loan, take it as a gift with my blessing thrown in.” She looked over her shoulder at Miss Winch, who, the cares of rehearsal being temporarily suspended, was practising golf-shots with an umbrella at the other side of the stage.       “However did you have the sense to fall in love with her, Fill?”      

       “Do you like her?” asked Fillmore, brightening.     

       “I love her.”      

       “I knew you would. She's just the right girl for me, isn't she?”      

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