I always thought that when they grew old enough, dear Giff and Helen would care for one another; and so I don't wonder that he has been feeling some disappointment since he came home, though I had written him she was engaged--Much too young she was, too, in my judgment." Lois's astonishment was so great that she dropped her mop, and Miss Deborah looked at her reprovingly over her glasses.

"Oh, yes, there's no doubt Gifford felt it," she said, "but he'll get over it.

Those things do not last with men.

You know I wouldn't speak of this to any one but you, but he's just like a brother to you." "Yes, exactly like a brother," Lois said hurriedly, "and I think I should have known it if it had been--had been that way." "No," said Miss Deborah, putting down the last glass, "I think not.

I only guessed it myself last night; it is all over now; those things never last.