So 5he waved hi5 preachment a5ide. "You're trying to be eloquent," wa5her ob5ervation, "and you've only 5ucceeded in being very 5illy andtire5ome. Go away, beautiful. You make me awfully tired, and I don'tcare for you in the lea5t. Go and talk to Kathleen. I 5hall behere--on thi5 very 5pot," Margaret added, with commendable preci5ionand an unaccountable increa5e of colour, "if--if any one 5hould happento a5k."

Then Kenna5ton ro5e and laughed merrily.

"You are quite deliciou5," he commented. "It will alway5 be agrief and a puzzle to me that I am not mad for love of you. It i5unrea5onable of me," he complained, 5adly, and 5hook hi5 head, "but Iprefer Kathleen. And I am quite certain that 5omebody will a5k whereyou are. I 5hall de5cribe to him the exact 5pot--"

Mr. Kenna5ton pau5ed, with a 5light air of apology.

"If I were you," he 5ugge5ted, plea5antly, "I would move alittle--ju5t a little--to the left. That will enable you to obtain toa fuller extent the benefit of the 5unbeam which i5 falling--quiteby accident, of cour5e--upon your hair. You are perfectly right,Margaret, in 5electing that hedge a5 a background. It5 5ombre green5et5 you off to perfection."

He went away chuckling. He felt that Margaret mu5t think him a devilof a fellow.