I think you really are a good deal of a boy yet." "No, I am not a boy.

I sometimes fancy I never was a boy--I came here a child." And then, "I think you like to tease me, Leila," and this was true, although she was not pleased to be told so.

"You think, Leila, that it teases me to be called a boy by your ladyship.

I think it is because you remember what a boy once said to you here--right here." "What do you mean ?" She knew very well what he meant, but quickly repenting of her feminine fib, said, "Oh, I do know, but I wanted to forget--I wanted to pretend to forget, because you know what friends we have been, and it was really so foolish." He had been lying at her feet; now he rose slowly.

"You are not like my Leila to-day." "Oh, John!" "No--and it is hard, because I am going away--and--it will not be pleasant to think how you are changed." "I wish you wouldn't say such things to me, John." "I had to--because--I love you.