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 day long tramping tramping tramping, and I never saw any one. But I did get a fox. Yes! and then"

"And then what?" whispered the Journalist very helpfully.

The Girl began to smile, but her lips were quite as red as a blush. "Well and then, "she con- tinued softly, "it occurred to me all of a sudden that the probable reason why the Man-Who-Was- Meant-for-Me did n t come was because he- didn t know I was there!" She began to laugh, toying all the while a little bit nervously with her ice-cream fork. "So I thought that perhaps if I came down to New York this winter and then went home again, that maybe not prob- ably you know, but just possibly some time in the spring or summer I might look up sud- denly through the trees and he would be there! But I've been ten days in New York and I have n t seen one single man whom I d exactly like to meet in the woods in my little hunting suit."

"Wouldn't you be willing to meet me?" pried the Journalist injudiciously.

The Girl looked up and faltered. "Why, of course," she hurried, "I should be very glad to see you but I had always sort of hoped that the man whom I met in the woods wouldn't be bald."

The Journalist choked noisily over his salted