"My dear, I am spending very little money now," said Mrs. Hollister, "and
I'm going to put some by for your trousseau."

Ethel laughed merrily.

"Why, Mother, where's the man?"

"Never mind," replied her mother, "he'll come."

"Mother, you're a born matchmaker!" exclaimed the girl. "I wish you had
had other daughters."

"Heaven forbid!" ejaculated Mrs. Hollister with a funny little smile.
"One is enough."

"Is that intended for a compliment?" laughed the girl. "If so it's a
doubtful one."

During the month of May, Harvey would invite her to go horseback riding
up to Van Cortlandt Park. They had to make it Saturdays, as that was
Ethel's only free day. They usually started early. On the country roads
the apple and peach blossoms were like pictures. To the girl they brought
back the previous spring at Aunt Susan's, and especially the morning when
she had revealed to Ethel the sad story of her married life. On one of
these excursions the girl related it to Harvey.

"By George!" he ejaculated when she had finished, "that old lady is
a sport and no mistake. She's all right. I imagined she was made of
different stuff from other women, and do you know I sort of suspected