Jane at once took Merry to her room, while Julie accepted Meg's invitation to wander about the gardens and make the acquaintance of the flowers. Mr. Packard had just returned from showing Mr. and Mrs. Starr to the guest room when the boys appeared. Bob Starr had lingered to look over the car, which was the pride of his heart, and so it was that he first met Jean, Dan and Gerald. Jean proved himself an expert mechanic, as was also Mr. Packard, and they promised the lad that directly after lunch they would assist him in putting his car in the best of shape. Meanwhile Jane and Merry were telling each other all that had happened since last they had met. "I simply can't understand it in the least," Jane declared for the tenth time. "To think that you deliberately gave up the opportunity to spend a whole summer in Newport to undergo the hardships of a cross-country motor trip." Merry dropped down in a deep easy chair and laughed happily. "Oh, I've loved it! Every hour of the trip has been fascinating. Of course I'm mighty glad Mr. Packard saved our lives, but even that was exciting." "But wasn't your Aunt Belle terribly disappointed?" "Why, no; not at all. There are steens of us in the Starr family. She just invited some other girl cousins. Aunt Belle is never so happy as when she is surrounded with gay young girls. Then, moreover, Esther Ballard couldn't go. Her artist father had planned a tramping trip through Switzerland as a surprise for her and Barbara Morris decided to accompany them; so you and I would have been quite alone at Newport. But do tell me who is the girl to whom you introduced me when I first arrived? She is beautiful, isn't she?" Jane surely had changed in the past week, for her reply was sincere and even enthusiastic. "Merry, that girl is more than beautiful. She is wonderful! I want you to know her better. She has saved me from myself." Then she laughingly arose, holding out both hands to assist her friend to her feet. "If you are rested, dear, come out on the porch. I want you to meet the nicest, well, almost the nicest boy I have ever known." Merry glanced up roguishly. "Are congratulations in order?" Jane flushed prettily, though she protested: "You know they are not, Marion Starr! Romance is as far from my thoughts today as it ever was, but next to Dan, I do like Jean best." "Well, I certainly am curious to meet this paragon of a youth." Merry gave her friend's waist a little affectionate hug, then said: "I have a pretty nice brother of my own. He ought to be ready by now to be presented to my best friend." Together they went toward the front door. "I know Bob must be nice," Jane agreed, "since he is your twin."