flower, that, lifted by the breeze after a storm, scatters the
burdensome rain-drops on every side and stands up more beautiful and
blooming than ever.

"You were not expecting me, I imagine," she said.

"Well, I must admit I scarcely did, and yet I could not help looking
for you."

"Isn't that a distinction without a difference?" she asked, with a
pleasant smile, for she was gratified at not finding the store closed
and dark.

"I am very glad you have come," he replied, flushing slightly with
pleasure, "for it would have been a long, dreary morning if you had
not."

Dennis thought he referred to the lack of occupation. He did not know,
nor did she notice, that he meant the lack of herself.

"Well," said she, "I am glad you like the work, for you destined to
have enough of it."




CHAPTER XX

IS HE A GENTLEMAN?