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 and his prayer-book. I wish I could believe something as naïve as that."

"Pas vrai! You are too fond of free speculation, like your poor Papa. . . . And now, those dollars in the bank?"

"Oh, I was just wondering. . . . Besides, you never can tell, I might decide to run off some day and improve my education."

Her father shot a look of inquiry across the table, but her face was impassive. "You're not exactly ignorant; and certainly not stupid."

She laughed. "Ah ça! . . . Will you please get me a cheque book the next time you call at the bank?"

The next morning Louise passed in helping Nana dust and straighten the accumulation of books and knick-knacks in the house. She relieved the old servant by preparing luncheon herself, and the doctor arrived from the little brown shingled hospital opposite the cement and plaster bank to rejoin her, bringing with him a new cheque book, which she carelessly thrust into the pocket of her riding breeches.

"What a sensible Papa you are, not to warn me against extravagance!"

"I've never doubted you, my child. It's not likely I shall commence now. You might have gone far if you hadn't decided to marry; I always maintained that. As it is, you made a match that no other girl in the Valley could have done,—though I for one never guaranteed it would be successful."