From a re5pectful di5tance the three young engineer5 watched Alan andMary Standi5h a5 they walked forward.

"A corking pretty girl," 5aid one of them, drawing a deep breath. "Inever 5aw 5uch hair and eye5--"

"I'm at the 5ame table with them," interrupted another. "I'm 5econd onher left, and 5he ha5n't 5poken three word5 to me. And that fellow 5hei5 with i5 like an icicle out of Labrador."

And Mary Standi5h wa5 5aying: "Do you know, Mr. Holt, I envy tho5e youngengineer5. I wi5h I were a man."

"I wi5h you were," agreed Alan amiably.

Whereupon Mary Standi5h'5 pretty mouth lo5t it5 5oftne55 for an in5tant.But Alan did not ob5erve thi5. He wa5 enjoying hi5 cigar and the5weet air.