After this wholly unexpected ending to his peroration, he lowered his feet from their accustomed rest on the counter of the former bar and, ignoring Mr. Wiggins, remarked to Augustus that it was time for the mail. Augustus, glad to welcome any diversion of the Colonel's and Mr. Wiggins's asperities, said the train was on time and the mail would be there in a few minutes. "Tave's gone down to meet Mis' Champney," he added turning to Champney. "She's been in Hallsport for two days. I presume you ain't seen her." "Not yet. If you can give me my mail first I can drive up to Champ-au-Haut with her to-night. There's the mail-wagon." "To be sure, to be sure, Champney; and you might take out Mis' Champney's; Tave can't leave the hosses." "All right." He went out on the veranda to see if the Champ-au-Haut carriage was in sight. A moment later, when it drove up, he was at the door to open it. "Here I am, Aunt Meda. Will this hold two and all those bundles?" "Why, Champney, you here? Come in." She made room for him on the ample seat; he sprang in, and bent to kiss her before sitting down beside her. "Now, I call this luck. This is as good as a confessional, small and dark, and 'fess I've got to, Aunt Meda, or there'll be trouble for somebody at Campo." Had the space not been so "small and dark" he might have seen the face of the woman beside him quiver painfully at the sound of his cheery young voice and, when he kissed her, flush to her temples. "What devilry now, Champney?" "It's a girl, of course, Aunt Meda--your girl," he added laughing. "So you've found her out, have you, you young rogue? Well, what do you think of her?" "I think you'll have a whole vaudeville show at Champ-au-Haut for the rest of your days--and gratis." "I've been coming to that conclusion myself," said Mrs. Champney, smiling in turn at the recollection of some of her experiences during the past three weeks. "She amuses me, and I've concluded to keep her. I'm going to have her with me a good part of the time. I've seen enough since she has been with me to convince me that my people will amount to nothing so long as she is with them." There was an edge to her words the sharpness of which was felt by Octavius on the front seat. "I can't blame them; I couldn't. Why Tave here is threatened already with a quick decline--sheer worry of mind, isn't it Tave?" Octavius nodded shortly; "And as for Romanzo there's no telling where he will end; even Ann and Hannah are infected." "What do you mean, Champney?" She was laughing now. "Just wait till I run in and get the mail for us both, and I'll tell you; it's my confession." He sprang out, ran up the steps and disappeared for a moment. He reappeared thrusting some letters into his pocket. Evidently he had not looked at them. He handed the other letters and papers to Octavius, and so soon as the carriage was on the way to The Bow he regaled his aunt with his evening's experience under the bay window.