She was in an unusually amiable mood, for this affair with Hemstead
promised richly. If he had been an ordinary and polished society-man,
the flirtation would have been humdrum, like a score of others.
But he was so delightfully fresh and honest, and yet so clever
withal, that her eyes sparkled with anticipating mirth as she saw
him in various attitudes of awkward love-making, and then dropping
helplessly into the abyss of his own great, but empty heart, on
learning the vainness of his passion.

"He finds me 'more interesting than some doctrines,' indeed! I'll
put all his dry doctrines to rout in less than a week. I'll drive
text-books and professors out of his head, and everything else
(save myself) out of his heart, for a little while. But after he
gets back to Michigan, the doctrines will come creeping back into
their old place, and he will get comfortably over it like the rest.
In the mean while, as substantial and useful results, I will have
my rare bit of sport, and he will know more about the wicked world
against which he is to preach. By and by he will marry a pious Western
giantess, whose worst dissipation is a Sunday-school picnic, and
will often petrify her soul with horror and wonder by describing
that awful little pagan, Lottie Marsden.

"And a heathen I am in very truth. Where are missionaries needed
more than in Fifth Avenue? They had better not come, though; for
if we would not eat them, we would freeze them."

"What are you thinking about, Lottie, that you are smiling so
sweetly?" asked her room-mate, Bel Parton.

"In truth, it was a sweet thought," said Lottie, her laugh awakening