"Then she really did want to be rid of me," Flora mused, as she watched the brisk back moving away; "and how beautifully she has done it!" Her eyes followed Clara's little figure retreating up the neat and narrow board walk, to where it disappeared in overarching depths of eucalyptus trees. Further on, beyond the trees, two figures, smaller than Clara's in their greater distance, were coming down. Flora almost grinned as she recognized the large linen umbrella that Mrs. Purdie invariably carried when abroad in the reservation, and presently the trim and bounding figure of Mrs. Purdie herself, under it. The Purdies were coming down to parade--at least Mrs. Purdie was. But the tall figure beside her--that was not the major. She took up her lorgnon. It was--no it could not be--yet surely it _was_ Harry! Lazy Harry, up and out, and squiring Mrs. Purdie to the review at half-past ten in the morning! "Are we all mad?" Flora thought. The three little figures, the one going up, the two coming down, touched opposite fringes of the grove--disappeared within it. On which side would they come out together? Flora wondered. They emerged on her side with Harry a little in advance. He came swingingly down the walk, straight toward her, and across the road to the carriage, his hat lifted, his hand out. "Well, Flora," he said, "this is luck!" "What in the world has got you out so early?" she rallied him. "Came out to see Purdie on business, and here you are all ready to drive me back." "That's your reward." He brushed his handkerchief over his damp forehead. "Well, there's one coming to me, for I haven't found Purdie." Her eyes were dancing with mischief. "Harry, I believe you're out here about the Crew Idol, too!" He shook his head at her, smiling. "I wouldn't talk too much about that, Flora. It flicks poor Purdie on the raw every time that--" His sentence trailed off into something else, for Mrs. Purdie and Clara had come up. The book had changed hands, together, evidently, with several explanations, and Mrs. Purdie, with her foot on the carriage step, was ready to make one of these over again. "The major'll be so sorry. He's gone in town. It's so unusual for him to get off at this hour, but he said he had to catch a man. As Mrs. Britton and I were saying, he's likely to be very busy until this dreadful affair is straightened out. If you can only wait a little longer, Mr. Cressy," she went on, "I am expecting him every moment." "Oh, it's of no importance," said Harry, but he looked at his watch with a fold between his brows, and then at the car that was coming in. "Well, at least, you'll have time to see the parade," said Mrs. Purdie. "I always think it's a pretty sight, though most of the women get tired of it."