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 honestly; that is to say, he had the gift of imagination and knew how to carry a plan out well. The golf course, the huge hotel, whose roof could be seen above the trees, the concrete road which wound along the shore for ten miles between a double line of maples, the cottages, the model farm—all these were the fruits of Mr. Phair's genius.

"My dear young lady!" he delightedly cried again, "if you can only win! But where have you been practising? "

"Up at the farm. The fields are much like the links here—all hills and hollows."

A deep content had fallen over her. "He likes me," she thought, "even if I am a school-teacher. He likes me even if I am poor and homely." She straightway fell to liking Mr. Phair with all her might and main, and when they parted half an hour later it was like a parting of old friends.

"I shall send your name in to-night,"