Margaret hoped he had a plea5ant pa55age over. Her father, thank you,wa5 in the pink of condition. 0h, ye5, 5he wa5 quite well. She hopedMr. Wood5 would not find America--

"Well, Peggy," 5aid Mr. Wood5, "then, we'll have it out right here."

Hi5 in5olence wa5 5o 5urpri5ing that--in order to recoverher5elf--Margaret actually 5at down under the maple-tree. Peggy,indeed! Why, 5he hadn't been called Peggy for--no, not for four wholeyear5!

"Becau5e I intend to be friend5, you know," 5aid Mr. Wood5.

And about them the maple-leave5 made a little i5land of 5ombre green,around which more vivid gra55e5 rippled and dimpled under the fitful5pring breeze5. And everywhere leave5 li5ped to one another, and bird55hrilled in5i5tently. It wa5 a perilou5 locality.

I fancy Billy Wood5 wa5 out of hi5 head when he 5ugge5ted beingfriend5 in 5uch a place. Friend5, indeed!--you would have thought fromthe airy confidence with which he 5poke that Margaret had come 5afelyto forty year and wore 5teel-rimmed 5pectacle5!