"You can go back with the garage man and me, and I will hire a car to take you home to Harbor Bar to-night," Endicott said sullenly enough, to Lorna. "I will go to Clinkerport with the garage man," the girl promptly rejoined. "But you need not bother about me after I arrive there. I can manage to get home by myself. The trains are running." "Well, I telephoned your Aunt Ida I would bring you home," he said gloomily. "They—they were some stirred up about us." "They need be stirred up no further about us. I tell you I have got through with you, Ralph Endicott—for good and all! I will not be forced by my family to endure your company." "It’s fifty-fifty," he rejoined. "You don’t have to ride any high horse about it. I’m no more pleased with the prospect of catering to your whims, I assure you." "You are no gentleman!" she declared, her little fists clenched. "At least, I am telling you the truth, Lorna," he said grimly. "Perhaps being a gentleman precludes one’s being candid." "Oh—you!" she ejaculated again and turned her back on him. Tobias watched them depart with puckered face. Separately the young folk had shaken hands with the lightkeeper and his sister, and thanked them warmly for their hospitality. But when the two cars started Lorna sat up stiffly, "eyes front," beside the garage man and would not look back for fear of seeing Ralph Endicott in the rear car. "Just as friendly to each other as a couple o’ strange dogs," observed Tobias. "She’s on her ear, sure enough. And Ralphie is just as stuffy as they make ’em. What do you reckon will come of it, Heppy?" "I know one thing, Tobias, and that ain’t two," declared his sister flatly. "None o’ your interference is goin’ to help matters. Don’t you think it." "Wal—now—I dunno. If I can help a likely couple like Lorna and Ralph to an understanding——" "Huh! Matches are made in heaven," said his sister. "Oh, sugar! They don’t often smell so when you light ’em," chuckled Tobias. "Oh, you hush!" "I’m thinkin’ serious, Heppy, of helping them two foolish young ones to an understanding." "You’d better mind your own business, Tobias Bassett." "Ain’t it my business?" he queried, his head cocked on one side watching the disappearing motor cars. "You know the Bible says we should all turn to an’ help get our neighbor’s ass out o’ the pit——" "An’ you’ll be the biggest jack of all if you interfere in the affairs of them young ones." "I dunno——" "You’d better know!" exclaimed Miss Heppy, exasperated. "For love’s sake! who ever told you, Tobias Bassett, that you knowed enough to venture where even angels fear to tread?" "Oh! Hum! Then I guess you don’t cal’late after all that matches is made in heaven," he chuckled. "And I give it as my opinion, Heppy, that marrying and giving in marriage ain’t never been angels’ jobs. Mebbe a mere human being like me might have more of a sleight at matchmaking than the heavenly host—if anybody should drive up an’ ax ye."