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Seen from the front, through the vailing screen of leaves and blossoms, it seemed an abode of wealth and taste very attractive to any artistic eye. Even Will paused for five minutes, in a day-dream, gazing in. The boy was not without the poetic instinct.

He was stirred from his reverie by the approach of a servant-woman to the gate.

“Say, you there,” cried Will, as she turned back. “This Mr. Leonard’s?”

“Yes,” was the answer.

“All square, then. I want to see Jennie.”

“See who?” asked the woman, in surprise.

“Jennie. You know. Can’t go her last name. Slipped clean out of my head.”

“Miss Arlington is not in. You can’t see her,” said the woman.

“Bet a hoss that I will,” he replied, positively. “Mr. Leonard didn’t send me here on a fool’s errand. Where is she?”

“What do you want? I will give her your errand when she comes in.”

“Maybe so, when you get it,” said Will, mysteriously. “Hope you don’t kalkerlate to pick up secrets that easy. There’s things it don’t do for everybody to know. Where is the gal?”