"How hard it is to fancy you at that age, Ida .-- What was the quarrel all about ?" "I can't speak of it," she replied, in a low, sad voice.

"It is so long ago; and I want to forget it." Waymark kept silence.
"Do you wish me to be her friend ?" Ida asked, suddenly looking up.
"Certainly not if you dislike the thought." "No, no.

But you think it would be doing good?
you would like me to help your friend if I can ?" "Yes, I should," was Waymark's reply.
"Then I hope she will be willing to let me go and see her.

I will do my very best.

Let us lose no time in trying.