She was glad that she had decided to wear his roses, glad even that he recognized them.

At her solicitation Sam played again the plaintive little air of his own composition--and played it much better than ever he had played it before.

Then they walked out on the porch and strolled down toward the bowling shed.

Half way there was a little side path, leading off through an arbor into a shady way which crossed the brook on a little rustic bridge, which wound about between flowerbeds and shrubbery and back by another little bridge, and which lengthened the way to the bowling shed by about four times the normal distance--and they took that path; and when they reached the bowling alley they were not quite ready to go in.
[Illustration: Sam played again the plaintive little air] There seemed no reasonable excuse for staying out longer, however, for the bowling had already started, and, moreover, young Tilloughby happened to come to the door and spied them.

Princeman was just getting up to bowl for the honor and glory of Meadow Brook, and within one minute later Miss Stevens was watching the handsome young paper manufacturer with absorbed interest.