so you'll recognize me", Les' masculine writing informed her.

"Now, isn't that just like a man!" Lou had stormed. "Ho didn't even give me time to reply! It would serve him right if I weren't at home.'

But a certain sense of duty, plus a desire to please an uncomprehending family, caused Lou to put in an appearance at the railway station.

The piercing hoot of an advancing train disrupted her thoughts. A few people here and there wore gathering at the passenger loading zone to meet their friends. Lou arose, squared her

shoulders determinedly, and followed the others.

With the disembarking passengers and confusion it was difficult to see. Lou strained her eyes for the sight of a young man in a gray suit. Plenty of blue suits, brown suits, striped suits and tweed, but no grey one s. There was a man in a grey suit getting off the train further up, who wore some sort of white flower, species undeterminable from that distance, in his lapel, but he was stout and getting bald, obviously too old a man to be Ed Wilton's younger brother.

Lou gave a last look around, The crowd had dispersed and there were no men who fitted that description. Well, maybe he didn't come on that train. Or perhaps he wasn't coming at all!

With a sigh almost of relief, Lou turned to go when she felt a touch upon her shoulder and a soft, low voice said, "Pardon me, but could you tell me if there's a taxi available around here? There was supposed to be someone here to meet me, but..."

Lou started to direct the newcomer toward Bill Lawson's rickety station wagon, the only "taxi service" which Rockdale offered. The stranger was tall, with short-cropped blonde hair, slim hipped, with a merry twinkle about the eyes. And she was dressed in a grey suit, complete with white carnation!

"Are you Leslie Wilton?" Lou gasped, and then, unconscious of the pun, "Oh, brother."

Both girls laughed. At first glance, Lou instinctively knew that even though Ed's "kid brother" was cast in feminine form,

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