"They do! I'm just staying with them. I'll call them."
"But—that's not Garth, surely! Is it?" he asked.
"It most certainly is," Joan assured him.
"My goodness!" cried the young officer, thrusting out his hand to Garth. "Shake! I reckon you don't remember me, and I must say I shouldn't have known you. The last time I saw you was about four years ago. I guess it was the first summer you were here, and you certainly have changed a heap."
"Have I?" said Garth, gazing at him with much admiration.
"You surely have!" said the ensign. "Seems to me you were sort of lying around in your bunk then. And my gracious! I haven't been able to raise a tan like that on the boat! Do you remember how I toted you over to the window and showed you my ship and the rest of 'em?"
"I'm almost sure I do," reflected Garth, "but I didn't know it was you."
"He was mighty little," the young man said to Joan; "he wouldn't remember me. There's Mrs. Pemberley now!" He jumped up as Elspeth came to the door.
