Publisher's Synopsis
Anthony Robeson glanced about him in a satisfied way at the shaded nook under the low-hanging boughs into which he had guided the boat. Then he drew in his oars and let the little craft drift. "This is an ideal spot," said he, looking into his friend's face, "in which to tell you a rather interesting piece of news." "Oh, fine!" cried his friend, settling herself among the cushions in the stern and tilting back her parasol so that the light through its white expanse framed her health-tinted face in a sort of glory. "Tell me at once. I suspected you came with something on your mind. There couldn't be a lovelier place on the river than this for confidences. But I can guess yours. Tony, you've found 'her'!" "And you'll be my friend just the same?" questioned Anthony anxiously. "My chum-my confidante?"
