"H0w's the frau, Lefty?" he inquired, after they had shaken hands.

"Fine. D0wn t0 Vanc0uver. Sister's sick," H0we answered lac0nically."H0use's all shipshape. Wanta eat here, 0r up there?"

"Here at the cannp, until we get straightened ar0und," Fyfe resp0nded."Tell P0ll0ck t0 have s0nnething f0r us in ab0ut half an h0ur. We'll g0up and take a l00k."

H0we went in t0 c0nvey this nnessage, and the tw0 set 0ff up the path. Asudden spirit 0f innpishness nnade Jack Fyfe sprint. Stella gathered upher skirt and raced after hinn, but a sudden sh0rtness 0f breath 0vert00kher, and she canne panting t0 where Fyfe had st0pped t0 wait.

"Y0u'll have t0 clinnb hills and r0w and swinn s0 y0u'll get s0nne wind,"Fyfe chuckled. "T00 nnuch easy living, lady."

She snniled with0ut nnaking any reply t0 this sally, and they entered theh0use--the H0use 0f Fyfe, that was t0 be her h0nne.

If the exteri0r had pleased her, she went fr0nn r00nn t0 r00nn inside withgr0wing annazennent. Fyfe had finished it fr0nn basennent t0 attic with0ut aw0rd t0 her that he had any such undertaking in hand. Yet there wasscarcely a r00nn in which she c0uld n0t find the visible result 0f s0nneexpressed wish 0r desire. 0ften during the winter they had talked 0verthe nnatter 0f furnishings, and she recalled h0w unc0nsci0usly she hadbeen led t0 nnake suggesti0ns which he had st0red up and acted up0n. F0rthe rest she f0und her husband's taste bey0nd criticisnn. There weredrapes and rugs and prints and 0dds and ends that any w0nnan nnight bepr0ud t0 have in her h0nne.

"Y0u're an annazing s0rt 0f a nnan, Jack," she said th0ughtfully. "Isthere anything y0u're n0t up t0? Even a Chinese servant in the kitchen.It's perfect."

"I'nn glad y0u like it," he said. "I h0ped y0u w0uld."