be the prerogatives of royalty. And she had instantly taken possession of Philip Ammon. But Ammon also had a brain which was working with rapidity. He knew Elnora was watching, so he swung around to the others.
"Give her up, Tom!" he cried. "I didn't know I wanted to see the little nuisance so badly, but I do. How are father and mother? Polly, didn't the mater send me something?"
"She did!" said Polly Ammon, stopping on the path and lifting her chin as a little child, while she drew away her veil.
Philip caught her in his arms and stooped for his mother's kiss.
"Be good to Elnora!" he whispered.
"Umhu!" assented Polly. And aloud—"Look at that ripping green and gold symphony! I never saw such a beauty! Thomas Asquith Levering, you come straight here and take my hand!"
Edith's move to compel Ammon to approach Elnora beside her had been easy to see; also its failure. Henderson stepped into Ammon's place as he turned to his sister. Instead of taking Polly's hand Levering ran to open the gate. Edith passed through first, but Polly darted in front of her on the run, with Phil holding her arm, and swept up to Elnora. Polly looked for the ring and saw it. That settled matters with her.
"You lovely, lovely, darling girl!" she cried, throwing her arms around Elnora and kissing her. With her lips
