of the street on which the house stood. He could not, from this distance, see the house. A limousine was standing opposite where the house must be. He could not see who it was that came out and got into it, and it rolled away. Presently he saw it reappear a few blocks to the north and stop where the drive came closest to the lake. Mrs. Markyn's slender figure descended from it; she crossed the bridle-path and strip of greensward to the esplanade and moved in his direction, looking at the children and the lake, while the motor awaited her upon the drive.
Peewee thought he ought to run away; then he reflected that to run would attract her attention. The best thing, he decided, was to sit still and not to look at her. But as she passed in front of him he was unable not to look. His great eyes, fixed eagerly upon her, caught her own. His heart thumped as he saw her smile at him, and he was terrified by the impression that she knew who he was. Then he realized that if she had known she would not have smiled. She smiled because she was happy. If she was happy it was because he was letting her be so. He
