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It was long after ten in theif Paula Forrest ever appeared before the middle of the day, wandered into the uest in the Big House, so big was it that the music room was new territory It was an exquisite roo to a lofty trussed ceiling where a warlass Red tones entered largely into the walls and furnishing, and the place, to him, seemed to hold the hush ofa Keith with its inevitable triuht-shadowed sheep, when, from the tail of his eye, he saw his hostess coht of her, that was a picture, gave hiasp She was clad entirely in white, and looked very young and quite tall in the sweeping folds of a holoku of elaborate simplicity and apparent shapelessness He knew the holoku in the hoave char wo across the roo the set of her body, the poise of head and frankness of eyes--all of which seemed articulate with a friendly, comradely, "Hello, friends" At least such was the form Graham's fancy took as she came toward hiravely

"No, don't say that! But how?"

"It should have been longer,at least"

"Why?" she dehted in the girlish color in her cheeks that gave the lie to her thirty-eight years

"Because, then," he answered, "you should have had to walk twice as far thisyou would have been correspondingly increased I've always insisted that the holoku is the arment ever invented for women"

"Then it was my holoku and not I," she retorted "I see you are like Dick--alith a string on your complioes the co

"Noant to show you the rooave me a free hand with it It's all mine, you see, even to its proportions"