At this both girls laughed merrily.

"This is the place of Found Personalities," Margaret Moffatt said,
jumping lightly to the wharf. "Perhaps you'll come to the inn and have
luncheon with us--that is, if you are sure Doctor Ledyard did not send
you here to spy on me."

"I haven't seen him since I left America. My mother is with me; she's in
a crack of the hills in Italy. She wanted to be alone. Doctor Ledyard
will join us later."

"Then come to the house. They serve meals on a dangerously poised balcony
over the lake; we curb our appetites for fear our weight may be the one
thing the structure cannot stand. Our old housekeeper waits upon us, but
is in no wise responsible for the food which is often very bad and
lacking in nourishment."

"You seem to thrive on it." Travers looked at the two before him. "I
wonder just what it is this air and place have done to you?"

"Tell him, Priscilla."

"Oh, like you, Doctor Travers, we simply found ourselves--here! That's
all."

Travers did not leave the inn that night, nor for many days thereafter.

"Doctor Ledyard will join my mother and me early in August," he
explained; "until then I'm a floating proposition. I wish you'd let me