I must give you something, Paul, because I like you very much, and you are always doing kind things for me.

What shall it be ?" And the child held out her hand with a cordial look and gesture that touched the boy.
With one of the foreign fashions which sometimes appeared when he forgot himself, he kissed the small hand, saying impulsively, "My dear little mistress, I want nothing but your goodwill--and your forgiveness," he added, under his breath.
"You have that already, Paul, and I shall find something to add to it.
But what is that ?" And she laid hold of a little locket which had slipped into sight as Paul bent forward in his salute.
He thrust it back, coloring so deeply that the child observed it, and exclaimed, with a mischievous laugh, "It is your sweetheart, Paul.

I heard Bessy, my maid, tell Hester she was sure you had one because you took no notice of them.

Let me see it.

Is she pretty ?" "Very pretty," answered the boy, without showing the picture.
"Do you like her very much ?" questioned Lillian, getting interested in the little romance.
"Very much," and Paul's black eyelashes fell.
"Would you die for her, as they say in the old songs ?" asked the girl, melodramatically.
"Yes, Miss Lillian, or live for her, which is harder." "Dear me, how very nice it must be to have anyone care for one so much," said the child innocently.