"No," said I, "everything is not all right." A slight shade of anxiety came upon her face.

"I am sorry to hear that," she said.

"Was your wheel injured more than you thought ?" "Wheel!" I exclaimed.

"I was not thinking of wheels! I will tell you what is not all right! It is not right for me to go away without saying to you that I--" At this moment there was a strong, shrill whistle from the front of the house.

A most unmistakable sense of relief showed itself upon her face.