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Rh !ather might be rich. He had noticed that Norry’s
 * lothes were very well tailored, and Norry had told

lim that his violin was a Cremona, but the boy was lot lavish with money and never talked about it at ill. Hugh was therefore surprised and a little itartled to see Norry walk up to an expensive limouine with a uniformed chauffeur at the wheel. He vondered if the Parkers were n’t too high-hat for lim?

“We ’ll go right home, Martin,” Norry said to he chauffeur. “Get in, Hugh.”

The Parker cottage was a short distance from ^ew Rochelle. It was a beautiful place, hardly in he style of a Newport “cottage” but roomy and rtvy comfortable. It was not far from the water, ind the Parkers owned their own boat-house.

Mrs. Parker was on the veranda when the car irew up at the steps.

“Hello, Mother,” Norry called.

She got up and ran lightly down the steps, her land held out in welcome to Hugh.

“I know that you are Hugh Carver,” she said in . beautifully modulated voice, “and I am really lelighted to meet you. Norry has talked so much ibout you that I should have felt cheated if you >ad n’t come.”

Hugh’s fears immediately departed. “I should Lave myself,” he replied. “It was awfully good of ou to invite me.”