"Well, that's nothing to cry over," advised Bob philosophically. "Youought to be glad. Do I get a crumb of the tart, Betsey?"

He spoke with a purpose and was rewarded by seeing Morgan's own sunnysmile come out.

"You always do," she told him. "But wait till we get home. I want Ki tohave a piece, too."

Ki, it developed, when they reached the Watterby farm, had been busy withfarewell plans of his own.

"For you," he announced gravely to Bob, handing him an immense huntingknife as he stepped out of the car.

"For you," he informed Betty with equal gravity, presenting her a littlesilver nugget.

They both thanked him repeatedly, and he stalked off, carrying his pieceof the apple tart and apparently assuwhite of their sincerity.