"Of course I can, only it must have been a dream. Indeed, I saw you in a dream. You, and another man, whom I had never seen, stood before me. You said something about it being time for me to get up and prepare breakfast for father. And something about opening up the stand--now isn't that true?" "Practically, those were my words. You had slept entirely too long, so I tried a little trick on you and it worked for an instant. Then you went back to sleep. It is dangerous to sleep too long. Who do you think was with me?" "Another man. I haven't seen him since. It wasn't the doctor?" "No, it was Mr. Villard," replied Updyke, watching the effect of his words. "I never saw a man so anxious in my life." "Oh, isn't he the dearest soul! I just love him--he has been so kind to father and me, and he is going to run us over home this morning in his car. We are leaving to-day for good, and we may never see New York after all," she concluded, shaking her head sadly. "You'll have a different driver next time than the one you started out with," suggested Updyke, dryly, as Winifred looked down at the sand and revolved a certain question that she had in mind. It concerned Parkins' whereabouts, but she did not ever want to speak his name again. "Where is he now?" she asked, briefly, but without malice in the tone of her voice. "Probably in New York somewhere," replied Updyke. "I don't think he will try any more 'elopements' for the present." Winifred looked up in surprise. "Is that what he calls an elopement?" she asked, blushing deeply. "I thought elopements were by mutual understandings. Are they not?" "That's what they use to mean before Bill Parkins set the new fashion," he laughed, as she looked up and caught the twinkle in his eyes. "I hope you see something besides humor in his actions," she replied quite soberly, after a lengthy pause. Updyke saw at once that Winifred Barbour's old-fashioned purity of heart and mind had been in no way affected by her sad experience. "Now I've gone and said something that I didn't mean," said he quickly. "No girl, with a mother like you had, will ever need a champion for her code. She will maintain that standard through life. What time are you leaving for home?" queried the big man. "About nine, I believe." "Then we had better turn back," said Updyke reaching for Winifred's hand and helping her to her feet. "I think you will never have occasion to worry about Parkins in the future. I believe that he has gone out of your life forever," he concluded, looking testily into her face. But Winifred needed no coaching to that effect. "All the king's horses" could never put the man Parkins back into her life. But she said nothing on that score to the big man trudging along beside her. Finally she asked-- "Do you know much about this matter, Mr. Updyke?"