I found a note waiting for me from her when I arrived yesterday, and--well, she wanted to see me alone about something very particular, and she--" Horace paused and reddened.

"Well, you know what women are, and of course there was really no place at the hotel where I could have been sure of a private interview with her.

I couldn't go to her room, and one might as well talk in a trolley-car as that hotel parlor; and she didn't want to come here to the house and be closeted with me, and she didn't want to linger after school, for those school-girls are the very devil when it comes to seeing anything; and though I will admit it does sound ridiculous and romantic, I don't see myself what else she could have done.

She asked me in her note to step out in the grove about ten o'clock, when the house was quiet.

She wrote she had something very important to say to me.