Roberta's smile seemed to convey consent, and she found herself being rapidly led toward a wide-open door. Nell willingly followed. The sound of band practice came from within, but, when the lad appeared with the smiling guest, a young man, who had been playing upon a flute, arose and at once advanced toward them. What dark, beautiful eyes he had! "Why," Roberta exclaimed in surprise. "We saw Mr. Hardinian the very first day we came in this neighborhood to live. He was helping a poor sick woman who had fallen, and--" But she could say no more, for the small boy was eagerly telling the clubmaster that this was his "lady friend" and that her name was Miss Bobs. The young man smiled and said that he was always glad to have visitors. "What a musical voice!" was Bobs' thought.