of five, and Jane Anderson rose with a quick, business-
like movement.

"Don't hurry," Mary protested. "I know I've been
stubborn, but I've been so happy in your coming. I do
get lonely--frightfully lonely, sometimes--don't think
I'm ungrateful----"

"You're dangerously beautiful, child," the artist
said, with enthusiasm. "And remember that I love you--
no matter how silly you are--good-by."

"You won't stay for a cup of tea? I meant to ask
you an hour ago."

"No, I've an engagement with a dreadful man whom
I've no idea of ever marrying. I'm going to dinner
with him--just to study the animal at dose range."

With a jolly laugh and quick, firm step she was
gone.

Mary snatched the kitten from his snug bed between
the pillows of the window-seat and pressed his fuzzy
head under her chin.

"She tempted us terribly, Kitty darling, but we
didn't let her find out--did we? You know deep down in
your cat's soul that I was just dying to meet the
distinguished Gordon--but such high honors are not for