"Because he didn't look at me a bit when he passed to-day. He looked
at you, though."

"Nonsense!"

"Yes, and his face had an _aw_fully hungry look. I know what makes him
sad."

"What?"

"He's in love with you."

Mrs. Willoughby stared at Minnie for a moment. Then a short laugh
burst from her.

"Child!" she exclaimed, "you have no idea of any thing in the world
but falling in love. You will find out some day that there are other
feelings than that."

"But, Kitty dear," said Minnie, "didn't you notice something very
peculiar about him?"

"What?"

"I noticed it. I had a good look at him. I saw that he fixed his eyes
on you with--oh! _such_ a queer look. And he was awfully sad too. He
looked as if he would like to seize you and lift you on his horse and
carry you off, just like young Lochinvar."