"Miss Bray!" he cried, coming forward to shake hands with her. "I have been telling your father that we are already acquainted. But I never _did_ expect to see you again when you sold out and went away from Trimble Avenue that morning." "Shows how small the world is," said Mr. Bray, smiling. "We lived right beside the building in which Mr. Colesworth works, and he saw our advertisement in the paper----" "Oh, I was sure it was Miss Bray," interrupted young Colesworth, openly acknowledging his uncalled-for interest (so Lyddy expressed it to herself) in their affairs. "You see," said this very frank young man, "I knew your name was Bray. And I knew you were going into the country for Mr. Bray's health. I--I even asked at the hospital about you several times," he added, flushing a little. "How very kind!" murmured Lyddy, but without looking at him, as 'Phemie brought in some of the other dishes. "Not at all; I was interested," said the young man, laughing. "You always were afraid of getting acquainted with me when I used to watch you working about your kitchen. But now, Miss Bray, if father decides to come out here to board with you, you'll just _have_ to be acquainted with me." Mr. Bray laughed at this, and 'Phemie giggled. Lyddy's face was a study. It did seem impossible to keep this very presuming young man at a proper distance. But they gathered around the table then, and Lyddy had another reason for blushing. The visitors praised her cooking highly, and when they learned of the old-fashioned means by which the cooking was done, their wonder grew. And Lyddy deserved some praise, that was sure. The potatoes came out of their crisp skins as light as feathers. The thickened pork gravy that went with them was something Mr. Colesworth the elder declared he had not tasted since he was a boy. And when the beans were ladled from the pot--brown, moist, every bean firm in its individual jacket, but seasoned through and through--the Colesworths fairly reveled in them. The fresh bread and good butter, and the flaky wedges of apple pie, each flanked by its pilot of cheese, were likewise enjoyed. "If you can put us up only half comfortably," declared the elder Colesworth, bowing to Lyddy, "I can tell you right now, young lady, that we will stay. Let us see your rooms, we will come to terms, and then I'll take a nap, if you will allow me. I need it after this heavy dinner. Why, Harris! I haven't eaten so heartily for months." "Never saw you sail into the menu with any more enjoyment, Dad," declared his son, in delight.