talked of. And then he saw, Carryl marching up to her with his air
of easy assurance. He saw the bewitching smile come over that fair,
flowery face; he saw Carryl, with unabashed familiarity, take her fan
out of her hand, look at it as if it were a mere common, earthly fan,
toss it about, and pretend to fan himself with it.

"I didn't know he was such a puppy!" said John to himself, as he stood
in a sort of angry bashfulness, envying the man that was so familiar
with that loveliness.

[Illustration: "I didn't know he was such a puppy."]

Ah! John, John! You wouldn't, for the world, have told to man or woman
what a fool you were at that moment.

"What a fool I am!" was his mental commentary: "just as if it was
any thing to me." And he turned, and walked to the other end of the
veranda.

"I think you've hooked another fish, Lillie," said Belle Trevors in
the ear of the little divinity.

"Who...?"

"Why! that Seymour there, at the end of the veranda. He is looking at
you, do you know? He is rich, very rich, and of an old family. Didn't
you see how he started and looked after you when you came up on the
veranda?"

"Oh! I saw plain enough," said the divinity, with one of her