How splendid she had looked in her boat on the water; how unreserved, and yet how reticent she was; how beautiful, and yet how unconscious of her beauty.

What a foil she made to that dreadful little Matty Bell! Bertram laughed as he remembered Matty's blushes and affected giggles and simpers.

He conjured up the whole scene, and when he recalled poor Mrs.Bell's frantic efforts to get the white boat away from the green, his sense of hilarity doubled.

Finally he thought of his walk home, of the meditations which had occupied his mind, and last of all of the girl in the gray dress who had put her arms round his neck, laid her head on his breast, and whose lips he had passionately kissed.

That head! He felt a thrill now as he remembered the sheen of its golden locks, and he knew that the kisses he had given this girl had been full of the passion of his manhood.