"Don't you feel well ?" "Perfectly well." "You look pale." "It is the shadow of the oaks." Sylvia noticed a dainty little white box in Rose's lap.

"What is that ?" she asked.
"It is a box of candy that dear, sweet Lucy Ayres who sang to-day made her own self and gave to me," replied Rose.

"She came up to me on the way home from church and slipped it into my hand, and I hardly know her at all.

I do think it is too dear of her for anything.

She is such a lovely girl, and her voice is beautiful." Rose looked defiantly at Horace.