"Your hint, perhaps, is seasonable, Lottie," quietly remarked her
aunt, though with somewhat heightened color. "I trust we shall
keep the steady cold out of doors, and that ALL our guests will
find only summer warmth within."

"Really, auntie, you put me in quite a melting mood."

"No need of that, Lottie, for you are the month of June all the
year round," said her aunt.

"The month of April, rather," suggested Bel.

"I should say July or August," added Mr. Dimmerly, laughing.

"Would you not say November?" asked Lottie of Mr. Hemstead.

"Yes, I think so," he replied, with a blush, "for Thanksgiving
comes in that month."

There was a general laugh, and Mr. Dimmerly chuckled, "Very good,
you are getting even, Frank."

"I hardly understand your compliment, if it is one," said Lottie,
demurely. "Is it because you are so fond of sermons or dinners that
Thanksgiving glorifies the dreary month of November?"

"Neither a sermon nor a dinner is always a just cause for Thanksgiving,"
he replied, with a pleasant light in his gray eyes.

"Then where is the force of your allusion?" she said, with a face