THAT'S something a clumsy old sailor's tongue mustn't meddle with.

But you've helped Leslie a lot--she's a different creature since you come to Four Winds.

Us old friends see the difference in her, as you can't.

Miss Cornelia and me was talking it over the other day, and it's one of the mighty few p'ints that we see eye to eye on.

So jest you throw overboard any idea of her not liking you." Anne could hardly discard it completely, for there were undoubtedly times when she felt, with an instinct that was not to be combated by reason, that Leslie harbored a queer, indefinable resentment towards her.