She was treasuring every one of these beautiful days filled with precious experiences, like jewels to be strung on memory’s chain, with a vague unrest lest some close-drawing future was to snatch them from her forever. She wished with all her heart that she had given a decided refusal to her friend’s pleading, but the friend had put off the wedding on her account to wait until she could leave her father; and her father had joined his insistance that she should go away and have the rest and change after the ordeal of the winter. So Starr seemed to have to go, much as she would rather have remained. She had made a secret vow to herself that she would return at once after the wedding in spite of all urgings to remain with the family who had invited her to stay all summer with them. Starr had a feeling that the days of her companionship with Michael might be short. She must make the most of them. It might never be the same again after her going away. She was not sure even that her father would consent to remain all summer at the farm as Michael urged. And on this lovely morning she was very happy at the thought of going with Michael. The sea seemed sparkling with a thousand gems as the train swept along its shore, and Michael told her of his first coming down to see the farm, called her attention to the flowers along the way: and she assured him Old Orchard was far prettier than any of them, now that the roses were all beginning to bud. It would soon be Rose Cottage indeed! Then the talk fell on Buck and his brief passing. “I wonder where he can be and what he is doing,” sighed Michael. “If he only could have stayed, long enough for me to have a talk with him. I believe I could have persuaded him to a better way. It is the greatest mystery in the world how he got away with those men watching the house. I cannot understand it.” Starr, her cheeks rosy, her eyes shining mischievously, looked up at him. “Haven’t you the least suspicion where he was hiding?” she asked. Michael looked down at her with a sudden start, and smiled into her lovely eyes. “Why, no. Have you?” he said, and could not keep the worship from his gaze. “Of course. I knew all the time. Do you think it was very dreadful for me not to tell? I couldn’t bear to have him caught that way before you’d had a chance to help him; and when he used to be so good to you as a little boy; besides, I saw his face, that terrible, hunted look; there wasn’t anything really wrong in my opening that window and throwing them off the track, was there?” “Did you open the window?” Starr nodded saucily. “Yes, and Sam saw me do it. Sam knew all about it. Buck went up the chimney right through that hot fire. Didn’t you hear the tongs fall down? He went like a flash before you opened the door, and one foot was still in sight when that sheriff came in. I was so afraid he’d see it. Was it wrong?”