But I got to thinking; and I don't want my mother to take any risks." "I don't believe she will, really, Rose.

But I'll speak to her, and tell her she can't be too cautious." "Not now, please!" the boy entreated.
"Well, I'll find another chance," March assented.

He looked round and caught a smiling nod from Burnamy, who was still with the Eltwins; the Triscoes were at a table by themselves; Miss Triseoe nodded too, but her father appeared not to see March.

"It's all right, with Rose," he said, when he sat down again by his wife; "but I guess it's all over with Burnamy," and he told her what he had seen.

"Do you think it came to any displeasure between them last night?
Do you suppose he offered himself, and she--" "What nonsense!" said Mrs.March, but she was not at peace.