I think of you, I say it to myself,--Grace!"

"How do you know I am going to change
my name soon--or ever?"

"Whom are you talking to?"

"To you,--Harvey! Oh!" She snatched
her hand away and pressed it over her lips.

"How do I know you are beautiful,
Grace, and--irresistible?"

"But I'm not! You're making fun of
me! Besides, I'm twenty."

"How many times have you been engaged?"

"Never. Nobody wants to be engaged
to a poor girl. Oh me!"

"Do you know what you are made of,
Grace? Fire and flowers! Few men in
the world are men enough to be a match for
you. But what have you been doing with
yourself all this time? Why do you come
to a place like this?"

"Maybe I had a presentiment that . . .
What nonsense we are talking! But what