He was wild about her--they went swimming every morning. That's Millie with a Captain Mitchell of the Lincolnshire regiment--those English officers are crazy about American girls! Why, if I take her up to one of the Sunday concerts on the parade-ground, they chatter so loud to her I can't hear the music! That's the lighthouse. That's Millie and Mr. McLean."
"What's this?" he asked, with genuine interest. "By George! Where did she run across that big hibiscus?"
The fat woman squinted at the photograph, and laughed aloud. "Oh, that's only Millie and her father! What was the funny name you called him--a hibiscus?"
At some length he thought it over that night; and after the next morning, when Mrs. Sheffield succeeded in manoeuvering him into range and snap-shotting him with Millie on the brink of the bathing-pool, he thought it over again. Having finished his swim,--not without great joy in discovering that he hadn't forgotten the art,--Halladay clad himself in his do