ing like it when things look blue. God bless you both. Where is your mother? Be sure to come down to New Haven to-night, won't you?"
The Stroke jumped to help load the oars on the coaching launch just as Cynthia said to Hastings:
"Why didn't you present me? I think you are a stupid old Jack."
Where was his mother? Guilty and ashamed, he stammered:
"Please set me ashore anywhere as soon as you can, and I shall be eternally grateful."
She pouted.
"Do you want to leave me so soon? Certainly, I will put you ashore if you wish. You have been as cross as a bear. You must do penance by coming off to dinner to-night."
"Thanks, I have another engagement," said he shortly.
The observation train had gone to the station, and it must be emptied of its freight by this time. There was no more time for talk with Cynthia, and he did not know what else to say to her to whom the
