By the time she had removed every trace of her candy-making, the confections set out on the window sill in the wintry air were firm and hard, all ready to be wrapped in the squares of paraffine paper and packed in the boxes waiting for them.

She whistled softly as she drew in the plates, but stopped with a start when she realized that it was Elise's song she was echoing: "Amang the train there is a swain I dearly lo'e mysel'." "It must be awfully nice," she mused, "to have somebody as devoted to you as the Lieutenant is to Elise and Jimmy is to A.O.If I were A.O.

I wouldn't care if the whole school came down to meet him.

I'd _want_ them to see him.

I made up my mind at Eugenia's wedding that it was safer to be an old maid, but I'd hate to be one without ever having had an 'affair' like other girls.