him by the arm, exclaiming:

"What's the matter, Vinton. Has Mary Crilly captivated your senses?"

"I don't know who you allude to, but there is one of the prettiest girls
I have seen for a long time."

"I know who _you_ mean, though," said his companion laughingly, "and she
is one of the nicest girls I know. Although she is simply a servant, she
is both pretty, intelligent and industrious."

"Do you know her?" asked Vinton, both delighted and surprised.

"Certainly I do," answered his companion; "her name is Mary Crilly, and
she is living with a family on Logan Place."

"Can't you introduce me?" inquired Vinton anxiously.

"Yes, if you want me to; that's my sister she is talking to now, they
are fast friends, and Mary will probably spend the evening at our house.
Come along, and perhaps you will lose your heart."

The apples had certainly fallen right into his lap, and fortune had
favored him this time, if never before.

Stepping up with his friend, Vinton was soon made acquainted with the
pretty young domestic, and in a short time afterward was walking by her
side in the direction of his friend's house, where Mary was to spend the
afternoon and evening.