"You do--all three of us on one seat, so I can hug two charming girls at one time. Where shall we go?" inquired Villard, who had no choice of routes. "I--I'm afraid to suggest," faltered Winifred, guiltily. "Of course I'm no mind reader, dear girl----" "I hardly know so well about that. It seems to me that you really do know my mind?" laughed Winifred. "For example?" "Don't you remember? Over at Dreamy Hollow--how you anticipated everything that would add to my comfort and ease of mind? If I was the least bit thirsty you rang a bell and in came the water without a hint from me. All I had to do was to think of something I'd like for dinner, and there it was, when it came time to be served. I am somewhat like the slaves of olden days who thought as did their master," teased the girl. "Now I'm going to prove all I've said. I'll write my wishes down as to where we shall go, and I'll fold it and hand it to you." Over to her desk ran Winifred, where she rapidly set down her choice, then gave it into the keeping of Julie. "Now sir--please state your own choice of a drive," said the girl, gaily. "I've always wanted to visit Parkins' hut," said he, yawning after the fashion of one who desires to hide his curiosity concerning a certain particular thing. Simultaneously the two girls broke out in laughter, as Julie passed over Winifred's scribbled line--"The Parkins Castle on the Outer Drive." She had once seen the hut and with girlish curiosity wanted to see it again. "Now then--see how you control my very thoughts!" laughed Winifred running over to him and patting his cheek. "Now 'sposing you were a wicked king, just imagine what a living death I would lead!" she ended, her voice deeply sepulchral as her girlish voice could command. And so the plan took immediate effect by way of starting out. As they quickly passed through the deserted business quarter, the question arose as to which turn to take for the outer drive, but an inquiry brought them the right information. "Wouldn't it be terrible if we'd find him there," suggested Winifred snuggling more closely to Villard and clutching his arm. "Nothing like that can happen. He is occupied elsewhere," replied Villard, his teeth set and his voice cold.