Nothing, dear." She dropped her hands from her face.

Her cheeks were deep crimson, and she bit her lip with determination.
"Oh, but there is! Why, you've tears in your eyes.

Are you faint?
What is it ?" "It is only--only----" Miss Sherwood choked, then cast a swift glance at the profile of the melancholy young man.

The perfectly dismal decorum of this gentleman seemed to inspire her to maintain her own gravity.

"It is only that it seemed such a pity about that fly," she explained.