“Bab!” he said, in a stealthy tone.

I then pretended to wake up, and he came in and turned on a light.

“I suppose you’ve been asleep all night,” he said, looking at me with a searching glanse.

“Not lately,” I said.  “I—­wasn’t there a Noise or somthing?”

“There was,” he said.  “Quite a racket.  You’re a sound sleeper.  Well, turn over and settle down.  I don’t want my little girl to lose her Beauty Sleep.”

He then went over to the lamp and said: 

“By the way, Bab, I don’t mind you’re sleeping in my golf cap, but put it back in the morning because I hate to have to hunt my things all over the place.”

I had forgoten to take off his cap!

Ah, well, it was all over, although he said nothing more, and went out.  But the next morning, after a terrable night, when I realized that Leila had been about to get married and I had ruined everything, I found a note from him under my door.

Dear Bab:  After thinking things over, I think you and I would better say nothing about last night’s mystery.  But suppose you bring your car to meet me tonight at the station, and we will take a ride, avoiding milk wagons if possible.  You might bring your check book, too, and the revolver, which we had better bury in some quiet spot.  Father.

P. S. I have mentioned to your mother that I am thinking of buying you a small car.  VERBUM sap.

* * * * *

The next day my mother took me calling, because if the Servants were talking it was best to put up a bold front, and pretend that nothing had happened except a Burglar alarm and no Burglar.  We went to Gray’s and Tom’s grandmother was there, without her cruches.

During the evening I dressed in a pink frock, with roses, and listened for a car, because I knew Tom was now allowed to drive again.  I felt very kind and forgiving, because father had said I was to bring the car to our garage and he would buy gasoline and so on, although paying no old bills, because I would have to work out my own Salvation, but buying my revolver at what I paid for it.

But Tom did not come.  This I could not beleive at first, because such conduct is very young and imature, and to much like fighting at dancing school because of not keeping step and so on.

At last, Dear Reader, I heard a machine coming, and I went to the entrance to our drive, sliding in the shrubery to surprize him.  I did not tremble as previously, because I had learned that he was but human, though I had once considered otherwise, but I was willing to forget.

     How happy is the blameless Vestal’s lot! 
     The World forgeting, by the World forgot. 
     Pope.

However, the car did not turn into our drive, but went on.  And in it were Tom, and that one who I had considered until that time my best and most intimite friend, Jane Raleigh.