A bit more and I'll be knowing for sure that I'm dreamin'." "It's as simple as the letters," said the girl, smiling.

She drew a letter from the pocket of her gown and held it out to him.

He read the address with frank curiosity.

Well, thank Heaven, that was settled.
Her name was Joan West.
The handwriting was Garry's.
"For the love of Mike!" said Kenny, staring.
"Please read it," said Joan.

"It makes everything so simple." Kenny obeyed.
"Dear Miss West: "It was like Brian to write so splendidly of his father in an effort to guarantee his own respectability as a suitable friend for your truant brother and fix his identity for the sake of your peace of mind.