tea.

"I don't know, yet," she admitted, "I'm just trying it. That's another
reason I can't tell you now. I have to wait until I've tried it
thoroughly."


"You're a nice, modest young person from the backwoods," laughed
Godmother when they were going home, "selecting the largest, livest
lion of the evening and running off with him to the safe shelter of the
hall."

"Lion?" said Mary Alice, wonderingly. "What lion?"

"The young man you kept so shamelessly to yourself nearly all evening."

"I didn't know he was any kind of a lion," apologized Mary Alice,
humbly. "He just seemed to be----" She stopped, and her eyes danced
delightedly. "I was trying the Secret on him," she went on, "and I
believe it worked."

"I think it must have," said Godmother, "for he came up to me, before I
left, and exhibited all the signs of a gentleman who wants to be asked
to call. So I invited him to come in to-morrow for a cup of tea."

"Is he--is he coming?" asked Mary Alice, "and won't you please tell me
what kind of a lion he is, and what's his name?"

"He is coming," said Godmother, smiling mischievously, "and I don't
know whether to tell you his name or not. Maybe he'd rather do that