"You see, we are out on a little business trip, Mr.Turner and myself.

We're going to buy a walnut grove." Mr.Turner turned upon her a glance which was half a frown.
"I promised to get you back in two hours, and I'll do it," he stated, "but we mustn't linger much by the wayside." "With which hint we shall wend our Hollis Creek-ward way," laughed Princeman, exchanging a glance of amusement with Miss Stevens.

"I think we shall visit with your father until you come back." "Please do," she urged.

"He will be as glad to see you both as I am," with which information she settled herself back in her seat with a little air of the interview being over, and the chauffeur, with proper intuition, started the machine, while Mr.Princeman and Billy looked after them glumly.
"Queer chap, isn't he ?" commented Billy.
"Queer?
Well, hardly that," returned Princeman thoughtfully.

"There's one thing certain; he's enterprising and vigorous enough to command respect, in business or--anything else." At about that very moment Mr.Turner was impressing upon his companion a very important bit of ethics.
"You shouldn't have violated my confidence," he told her severely.
"How was that ?" she asked in surprise, and with a trifle of indignation as well.
"You told them that we were going to buy a walnut grove.