Then he is crazy about long expeditions, and when the Twelfth comes we shall never be off the hill.

He is a long way too active for these slack modern days." Lewie, Lewie! It was Lewie everywhere! thought the girl.

What could become of a man who was so hedged about by admirers?
He had seemed to court her presence, and her heart had begun to beat faster of late when she saw his face.

She dared not confess to herself that she was in love--that she wanted this Lewis to herself, and bated the pretensions of his friends.

Instead she flattered herself with a fiction.