the Judge's wife. But immediately
she saw her hostess making straight for the little Chippendale chair
beside her.

"My dear, it is too lovely," she began. "So opportune! Do tell me how long
you have known Tryon?"

The girl caught her breath and gathered her wits together. She looked up
shyly into the pleasantly curious eyes of Mrs. Bowman, and a faint gleam
of mischief came into her face.

"Why----" Her hesitation seemed only natural, and Mrs. Bowman decided that
there must be something very special between these two. "Why, not so very
long, Mrs. Bowman--not as long as you have known him." She finished with a
smile which Mrs. Bowman decided was charming.

"Oh, you sly child!" she exclaimed, playfully tapping the round cheek with
her fan. "Did you meet him when he was abroad this summer?"

"Oh, no, indeed!" said the girl, laughing now in spite of herself. "Oh,
no; it was after his return."

"Then it must have been in the Adirondacks," went on the determined
interlocutor. "Were you at----" But the girl interrupted her. She could
not afford to discuss the Adirondacks, and the sight of the grand piano
across the room had given her an idea.

"Mr. Dunham told me that you would like me to play something for you, as
your musician friend has failed you. I shall be very glad to, if it will
help you any. What do you care for? Something serious or something gay?
Are you fond of Chopin, or Beethoven, or something more modern?"

Scenting a possible musical prodigy, and desiring most earnestly to give
her guests a treat, Mrs. Bowman exclaimed in enthusiasm:

"Oh, how lovely of you! I hardly dared to ask, as Tryon was uncertain
whether you would be willing. Suppose you give us something serious now,
and later, when the men come in, we'll have the gay music. Make your own
choice, though I'm very fond of Chopin, of course."

Without another word, the girl moved quietly over to the piano and took
her seat. For just a moment her fingers wandered caressingly over the
keys, as if they were o