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 manner, trying every time to toss it out of his reach, but Saltonstall had not played in the Harvard Base Ball Nine for nothing, and he caught it every time, making impossible reaches in all directions.

After a few minutes, Gladys wearied of the game, and tossed the apple overboard "for the fishes," she said.

Then Saltonstall, in obedience to a half-gesture from the girl, took his place beside her on an adjacent pile of ropes.

Gladys did not look at Larkington, who stood near by, but began talking seriously and in a rather low voice to the Bostonian.

"Your sister tells me you are writing a book, Mr. Saltonstall, on the higher ethics of sociology. I was much interested in talking to her about it. I fancy you do not agree with Herbert Spencer in all his premises, from what I know of your character."

"You are quite right, Miss Carleton. I find that, in working out to a logical conclusion the principles which Spencer advances,