“I suppose you're not dressed nor shod —for a rough walk of a quarter of a mile where the car can’t go P”

“I’ll sacrifice skirts and soles,” she promised. “Isn’t the air out here glorious ? I thought I was tired when I left the city: now I could climb that hill and enjoy it.”

“That’s precisely what we'll do, then. There’s a view from the top worth the scramble, but I wasn't sure you’d be game for it. Perhaps I’ll know you better at the end of this afternoon than I do now. Is there a jolly, athletic girl hidden away under that demure manner of yours I've seen so far, I wonder?”

“Lead the way up that hill and you’ll find out,” she answered with a challenging flash of her dark eyes.

He lodged the Imp among a clump of pines, got out the hamper and turned to his companion. She had pulled of? her gloves, removed hat and veil and folded her long, gray coat away in the car. This left her dressed in the trim gray skirt of walk- ing length and the gray silk blouse she had worn for shopping. Burns looked at her with ap-