I thought--" "Listen, Lucy." Mrs.Ayres's whisper was hardly audible.

"Mother made some candy and sent it to Miss Farrel.

She--never had any that anybody else made.

It--was candy that would not hurt anybody that she had." Lucy's face lightened as if with some veritable illumination.
"Mother perhaps ought not to have let you think--as you did, so long," said Mrs.Ayres, "but she thought perhaps it was best, and, Lucy, mother has begun to realize that it was.

Now you think, perhaps, he is in love with this other girl, don't you ?" "They are living in the same house," returned Lucy, in a stifled shriek, "and--and--I found out this afternoon that she--she is in love with him.