"Well, of course, it was pretty rackety while it lasted," conceded young Kennilworth. "But at least it gave us a chance to admire each other's lingeries." "Negligées," corrected George Keets. "I said 'scare-clothes'!" snapped young Kennilworth. "Everybody who travels by land or sea or puts in much time at house parties ought to have at least one round of scare-clothes, one really chic 'escaping suit.'" "The silver whistle is mine," intercepted the May Girl with some dignity. "Mine and Allan John's. I found it and gave it to Allan John. And he can blow it any time he wants to, day or night. But as long as you people all made so much fuss about it--and looked so funny," dimpled the May Girl transiently, "we will consider that after this--any time the whistle blows--the call is just for me." The May Girl's gravely ingenuous glance swept down in sudden challenge across the somewhat amused faces of her companions, "Allan John--is mine!" she confided with some incisiveness. "I found him--too!" "Do you acknowledge that ownership, Allan John!" demanded young Kennilworth. Even Allan John's sombre eyes twinkled the faintest possible glint of amusement. "I acknowledge that ownership," acquiesced Allan John. "Now see here!--I protest," rallied George Keets. "Most emphatically I protest against my fiancée assuming any masculine responsibilities except me during the brief term of our engagement!" "But your engagement is already over!" jeered young Kennilworth. "Nice kind of Lochinvar you are--drifting down-stairs just exactly on the stroke of the breakfast bell!--'until breakfast time' were the terms, I believe. Now Rollins here has been up since dawn! Banging in and out of the house! Racing up and down the front walk in the rain! Now that's what I call real passion!" At the very first mention of his name Rollins had come sliding way forward to the edge of his chair. He hadn't apparently expected to be engaged till after breakfast. But if there was any conceivable chance, of course---- "All ready--any time!" beamed Rollins. "_Through_--breakfast time was what I understood," said George Keets coldly. "Through breakfast time was--was what I meant," stammered the May Girl. From the only too palpable excitement on Rollins's face to George Keets's chill immobility she turned with the faintest possible gesture of appeal. Her eyes looked suddenly just a little bit frightened. "A--after all," she confided, "I--I didn't know as I feel quite well enough to-day to be engaged so much. Maybe I caught a little cold yesterday. Sometimes I don't sleep very well. Once----" "Oh, come now," insisted young Kennilworth. "Don t, for Heaven's sake, be a quitter!"