day morning, and not a blessed word of my sermon written, so I must be getting on." And with that he strode down the street to his own house. I was alone again watching the approaching vessel with suspicion. Then, above the thrashing of the spray, I heard my name spoken by a voice I knew, and turning looked straight up into Harry's face.
"John!" he repeated. "What luck. I have been watching for you for days, you little hermit!"
"Watching for me, Harry?"
"Yes," he proceeded, "and the one time I saw you, that starched governess of yours had you gripped by the hand—"
—"just like any old baby girl," I broke in.
Harry laughed and shook my hand enthusiastically. I saw that he was even thinner than before. Was he, I wondered, "infernally hungry" at this very minute?
"John," he said, looking into my eyes: "You can help me if you will. We're friends, aren't we?"
I let him see that I was all on fire to help him, and it was then that he made his wonderful suggestion.
"Would it be possible to evade your governess long enough to come and have a bite with me?"
Dinner with Harry! In his own room! What
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