that he felt Annie's questioning eyes upon him—took on a lively red. Annie transferred her gaze and studied the Circassian Beauty at close range. After some further reminiscences, audaciously expansive on her part, gruffly monosyllabic on Peter's, the girl withdrew with a farewell laugh over her shoulder; and Annie's eyes returned to Peter, an ominous sparkle in their depths.
"I 've had all I want o' this place," she observed, pushing away her dish of ice-cream.
Peter followed her outside, aware of a chilly change in the atmosphere. He anxiously ventured on an explanation, but the more he explained, the more undue prominence the incident acquired.
"Ye need n't be apologizin'," said Annie, in an entirely friendly tone. "Ye 've got a perfect right to go anywhere ye please, an' know anyone ye please. It's none o' my business."
She bade him good-night with an air of cheer-
