That night at supper, Ellen remarked casually: "Harry's coming to town on Saturday, and if he comes up here, I want you all to treat him nice." Mrs. O'Brien glanced at Rosie a little nervously. "But, Ellen dear," she asked, "why does he want to be coming up here?" Ellen smiled on her mother patronisingly. "It looks like he wants to call on me." Mrs. O'Brien lifted hands in vague protest. "But tell me, now, do you think Jarge----" She hadn't courage to finish her sentence. Terence looked over to Rosie with a sudden chuckle. "Say, Rosie, wouldn't it be fun if Jarge happened in? Let's drop him a line. Gee! Maybe he wouldn't do a thing to that St. Louis guy!" "Ma!" Ellen admonished, sharply. "Terry lad," Mrs. O'Brien began, obediently, "I'm surprised at you talkin' this way about the young gentleman that's coming to see your poor sister Ellen on Saturday night." Terence pushed away his plate and began writing an imaginary postcard with a spoon. "Dear Jarge," he read slowly; "Won't you please come in on Saturday night? We're arranging a little surprise for Ellen. Yours truly, Terence O'Brien. Gee!" Terry murmured thoughtfully, "I wish he would come! It sure would be worth seeing!" "Now, Terry," Mrs. O'Brien begged, "promise me you'll do nuthin' so foolish as that! You know yourself the awful temper Jarge has on him, an' if he was to come I'm afeared there'd be something serious. Don't you think, Ellen dear," she went on a little timidly, "that perhaps you'd better tell Mr. Harry not to come this week?" Ellen looked at her mother defiantly. "I don't see why. This week's as good as any other for me." "Well, then, don't you think that perhaps he'd better make you a little call down at the shop? With so many children and things the house is a wee bit untidy." "It's his own idea to come up here." Ellen paused, a trifle embarrassed. "He says he wants to meet the family." "H'm!" murmured Terry. "He's not like your old friend, Mr. Hawes, is he, Ellen?" Ellen flushed. "No, Terry, he's not a bit like Mr. Hawes." Small Jack piped up unexpectedly. "Is he like Jarge, Ellen?" "No, he's not like George, either." "Can he fight?" Ellen tossed her head. "I should hope not! Harry Long is a gentleman!" Seeing that this was not a very strong recommendation to her brothers, she added: "But, unless I'm very much mistaken, he's plenty able to take care of himself. He's a fine swimmer, too." "Is he a sport, Ellen?" Terry asked. "He's certainly an elegant dresser, if that's what you mean. Just you wait and see." Friday's letter put Ellen into something of a flurry. "Ma, Harry thinks it would be awful nice if you would invite him to supper tomorrow night. He's coming to the shop in the morning. Then he'll take me out to lunch and we'll go somewheres in the afternoon, and he wants to know if we can't come back here for supper. He thinks that would be a good way for him to meet the whole family."