Mrs. Milo moved across the carpet to a sofa, adjusted a velvet cushion, and seated herself. "Go and do your work," she said sharply. "It must be finished this afternoon. And remember: I don't want to see you in this room again." "Very well, madam." With a smile and a bow, neither of which was intended for Mrs. Milo, the florist recovered his self-possession, threw wide his hands in a gesture that was an eloquent tribute to the shining apparition at the farther end of the room, and backed out. "Ha-a-a!" sighed Mrs. Milo--with gratification in her triumph over the decorator, and with a sense of comfort in that cushioned corner of her favorite sofa. She settled her slender shoulders against the velvet. Now the satin gown crossed the carpet, and its wearer let fall the veiling which she had upborne on her outstretched arms. "Mrs. Milo," she began. "Oh!" Mrs. Milo straightened, but without turning, and the fear that the other had heard her curt dismissal of the florist showed in the quick shifting of her look. When she spoke again, her voice was all gentleness. "Yes, my dear new daughter?" she inquired. Hattie Balcome cocked her head to one side, extended a satin-clad foot, threw out her hands with fingers extended, and struck a grotesque pose. "Turn--and behold!" she bade sepulchrally. Mrs. Milo turned. "A-a-a-ah!" Then having given the wedding-gown a brief scrutiny, "Er--yes--hm! It's quite pretty." "Quite pretty!" repeated Hattie. She revolved once, slowly. "What's the matter with it?" "We-e-e-ell," began Mrs. Milo, appraising the gown at more length; "isn't it rather simple, my dear,--for a girl whose father is as wealthy as yours? Somehow I expected at least a little real lace." Hattie laughed. "What on earth could I do with real lace in the mountains of Peru?" "Peru!" Instantly Mrs. Milo's face grew long. "Then--then my son has finally decided to accept the position in Peru." Now she took her underlip in her teeth; and her lashes fluttered as if to keep back tears. "But you won't miss him terribly, will you? As it is you don't have him--you don't see such a lot of him." "Of course, as you say, I don't have him--except for a couple of weeks in the summer, when Sue has her vacation, and we all go to the Catskills. Then at Christmastime he comes here for a week. Sue has never asked permission to have Wallace live at the Rectory----" "Except of Mr. Farvel." "Mr. Farvel didn't have to be asked. He and Wallace are old friends. They met years ago--once when Wallace went to Canada with a boy chum. And Canada's the farthest he's ever been, so----" "It was I who decided on Peru," said the girl, almost defiantly. "The very day he proposed to me he told me about the big silver mine down there that wants a young engineer. And I said Yes on one condition: that Wallace would take me as far away from home as possible."