He had turned again to the beauties about him, and at that moment he spied the sundial--something he had never seen before.
"What is it ?" he cried eagerly, hurrying forward.

"It isn't exactly pretty, and yet it looks as if 't were meant for--something." "It is.

It is a sundial.

It marks the time by the sun." Even as she spoke, Miss Holbrook wondered why she answered the question at all; why she did not send this small piece of nonchalant impertinence about his business, as he so richly deserved.

The next instant she found herself staring at the boy in amazement.