But it was smart of Jefferson to have sent Ryder, Sr., the book, so she smiled graciously on his son as she asked: "How do you know he got it?
So many letters and packages are sent to him that he never sees himself." "Oh, he saw your book all right," laughed Jefferson.

"I was around the house a good deal before sailing, and one day I caught him in the library reading it." They both laughed, feeling like mischievous children who had played a successful trick on the hokey-pokey man.

Jefferson noted his companion's pretty dimples and fine teeth, and he thought how attractive she was, and stronger and stronger grew the idea within him that this was the woman who was intended by Nature to share his life.

Her slender hand still covered his broad, sunburnt one, and he fancied he felt a slight pressure.

But he was mistaken.