"Quite alone."

"Maybe, though, you know folks there."

"Not a soul." Gordon brightened.

"Then—then maybe you and I might—might—" He paused in slight embarrassment.

"Might chum together, you mean?" asked Wade smilingly. "Suppose we do. I'd like it first rate."

"So would I, sir. We could go snow-shoeing and tobogganing and skeeing and have a pretty good time I should think. Guess I'd better go back now. I—I'll see you later." He smiled shyly and went out with his delightful school-boy swagger. He had forgotten his magazine and Wade picked it up and strove to interest himself in a Christmas story. But he soon decided that his own thoughts were preferable, and, lighting his pipe, he smoked and watched the pearl-gray world slip by the car window, and let his thoughts lead him where they would. But they didn't take him far afield; no farther, in fact, than the length