He looked around and found that he had driven all the way down town, and he hadn’t intended to take the car down. He started around the plaza, meaning to go back. As he passed the Cathedral he heard an unfamiliar voice calling; it sounded like his name. There it was again—“Blake! Blake!” He stopped suddenly and the Oklahoma Ford that had been plodding along behind him turned out so sharply that the fenders kissed and made a ringing noise. “Damn fool!” called the driver from Oklahoma. Blake looked after him nervously and then turned to see who had called. There was a line of cars parked at the kerb, but he could see no one. Exasperated, he backed and looked closely. “Blake! Here! It was me.” A girl leaned from one of the autos, waving at him. He brought the car up next to hers, but could not recognize her. It was very confusing because she undoubtedly knew him very well. He tried to hide his hesitation. “Oh, hello,” he said feebly. “I couldn’t see you. How have you been?” “I’m fine. Where were you going in such a hurry?” She must know him, but who was she? “Nowhere. Nowhere special. Would you like to come for a ride?” It was a long shot, but there seemed to be nothing else to do. She obviously wanted to, but—— “Do you think I’d better?” She glanced over her shoulder at the church. “I’m waiting for my mother and father. They are at mass. I didn’t want to go in and they told me to wait for them.” “I’m sorry.” He stepped on the starter, but she said quickly, “Just a minute. I think it will be all right, just a little ride. You will get me back soon?” Without waiting for an answer she climbed over the side of the battered door and stepped into his car next to him. This activity exposed a good deal of black cotton stocking _(where_ had he known her?) and she giggled and jerked her skirt down. “I don’t know if we can go very far,” he said doubtfully. “How long will they be in there? Where should we drive?” “Let’s go out to the Albuquerque road. I must be back in ten minutes. It is safer there, because no one will see us.” “Why shouldn’t they see us?” he asked wonderingly. She laughed excitedly and glanced at him with black eyes that looked like kitten’s. Where on earth could they have known each other? There was certainly something about her that seemed familiar, but who was she? Had she ever been at the house? Perhaps she had, but if so when? And yet he had a memory that her name was Maria. Certainly, that much he knew—Maria. “I have not seen you for a long time,” she told him. “I think it has been a month.” This was even more mystifying. He answered, “I know, I’ve been busy.” “So have we,” she said. “We have been very busy because Mr. Lyons has started a beautiful big picture. I work very hard with him.”