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"My dear, you did splendidly," she puffed. "I've been crying like a baby, actually I have. There, they're encoring you-they're bound to have you back!"

"Oh, I can't go," said Anne confusedly. "But yet-I must, or Matthew will be disappointed. He said they would encore me."

"Then don't disappoint Matthew," said the pink lady, laughing.

Smiling, blushing, limpid eyed, Anne tripped back and gave a quaint, funny little selection that captivated her audience still further. The rest of the evening was quite a little triumph for her.

When the concert was over, the stout, pink lady-who was the wife of an American millionaire-took her under her wing, and introduced her to everybody; and everybody was very nice to her.

The professional elocutionist, Mrs. Evans, came and chatted with her, telling her that she had a charming voice and "interpreted" her selections beautifully.

Even the white-lace girl paid her a languid little compliment.

They had supper in the big, beautifully decorated dining room; Diana and Jane were invited to partake of this, also, since they had come with Anne, but Billy was nowhere to be found, having decamped in mortal fear of some such invitation.

He was in waiting for them, with the team, however, when it was all over, and the three girls came merrily out into the calm, white moonshine radiance.

Anne breathed deeply, and looked into the clear sky beyond the dark boughs of the firs.

Oh, it was good to be out again in the purity and silence of the night! How great and still and wonderful everything was, with the murmur of the sea sounding through it and the darkling cliffs beyond like grim giants guarding enchanted coasts.

"Hasn't it been a perfectly splendid time?" sighed Jane, as they drove away.

"I just wish I was a rich American and could spend my summer at a hotel and wear jewels and low-necked dresses and have ice cream and chicken salad every blessed day.

I'm sure it would be ever so much more fun than teaching school.

Anne, your recitation was simply great, although I thought at first you were never going to begin.

I think it was better than Mrs. Evans's."

"Oh, no, don't say things like that, Jane," said Anne quickly, "because it sounds silly. It couldn't be better than Mrs. Evans's, you know, for she is a professional, and I'm only a schoolgirl, with a little knack of reciting. I'm quite satisfied if the people just liked mine pretty well."

"I've a compliment for you, Anne," said Diana.

"At least I think it must be a compliment because of the tone he said it in.

Part of it was anyhow.

There was an American sitting behind Jane and me-such a romantic-looking man, with coal-black hair and eyes.

Josie Pye says he is a distinguished artist, and that her mother's cousin in Boston is married to a man that used to go to school with him.

Well, we heard him say-didn't we, Jane?-'Who is that girl on the platform with the splendid Titian hair? She has a face I should like to paint.' There now, Anne.

But what does Titian hair mean?"

"Being interpreted it means plain red, I guess," laughed Anne. "Titian was a very famous artist who liked to paint red-haired women."

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