"Oh, I beg your pardon, of course," George Keets recovered himself almost in an instant--"that right here before our eyes--that same vivid scarlet roof was looming there yesterday against the gray rocks and sea--and none of us saw it?" "Saw what?" called Paul Brenswick. "Where?" And came striding to the window. "Gad!" said Paul Brenswick. "Victoria! Come here, quick!" he called. With frank curiosity the Bride joined the group. "Why of all things!" she laughed. "Why it never in the world was there yesterday!" A trifle self-consciously Ann Woltor joined the group. "Bungalow?" she questioned. "A Bungalow out on the rocks." Her face did certainly look just a little bit queer. Anyone who wanted to, was perfectly free of course, to interpret the look as one of incredulity. "No, of course not! Miss Woltor agrees with me perfectly," triumphed George Keets. "It was not there yesterday!" "Oh, but it must have been!" dimpled the May Girl. "If Mr. and Mrs. Delville say so! It's their bungalow!" "It--was--not there--yesterday," puzzled George Keets. More than having his honor at stake he spoke suddenly as though he thought it was his reason that was being threatened. With her cheeks quite rosy again the May Girl began to clap her hands. Her eyes were sparkling with excitement. "Oh, I don't care whether it was there yesterday or not!" she triumphed. "It's there to-day! Let's go and explore it! And if it's magic, so much the better! Oh, loo--loo--look!" she cried as a great roar and surge of billows broke on the rocks all around the little red roof and churned the whole sky-line into a chaos of foam. "Oh, come--_come_!" she besought everybody. "Oh, but, my dear!" I explained, "How would you get there? No row-boat could live in that sea! And by way of the rocky ledge there's no possible path except at the lowest tide! And besides," I reminded her, "it's named 'Forbidden Ground', you know! No body is supposed to go there without----" With all the impulsiveness of an irresponsible baby the May Girl dashed across the room and threw her arms round my neck. "Why, you old dear," she laughed, "don't you know that that's just the reason why I want to explore it! I want to know why it's 'Forbidden Ground'! Oh, surely--surely," she coaxed, "even if it is a work-room, there couldn't be any real sin in just prying a little?" "No, of course, no real sin," I laughed back at her earnestness. "Just an indiscretion!" Quite abruptly the May Girl relaxed her hug, and narrowed her lovely eyes dreamily to some personal introspection. "I've--never yet--committed a real indiscretion," she confided with apparent regret. "Well, pray don't begin," laughed George Keets in spite of himself, "by trying to explore something that isn't there." "And don't you and Keets," flared Paul Brenswick quite unexpectedly, "by denying the existence of something that is there!" "Well, if it is there to-day," argued George Keets, "it certainly wasn't there yesterday!"