Phil said right out at the table before everybody that fate had ordered that he should be the lucky man.

Mary has that shilling this blessed minute, put away in her purse for a pocket piece, and she carries it everywhere she goes.

I saw it yesterday when she was looking in her purse for a key, and she got as red as--as red as she is this minute." Elise finished gleefully, elated with the success of her teasing.

"My! How you are blushing, Mary.

Look at her, A.O." Her dark eyes twinkled mischievously as she sang in a meaning tone: "Amang the train there is a swain I dearly lo'e mysel'.
But what's his name or where's his hame I dinna choose to tell." "I'm not blushing," protested Mary, hotly.