Please don't mention this to any one, will you, Anne ?" "Certainly not," said Anne, who had no desire whatever to publish abroad the fact that Billy Andrews wanted to marry her, preferring her, when all was said and done, to Nettie Blewett.

Nettie Blewett! "And now I suppose we'd better go to sleep," suggested Jane.
To sleep went Jane easily and speedily; but, though very unlike MacBeth in most respects, she had certainly contrived to murder sleep for Anne.
That proposed-to damsel lay on a wakeful pillow until the wee sma's, but her meditations were far from being romantic.

It was not, however, until the next morning that she had an opportunity to indulge in a good laugh over the whole affair.

When Jane had gone home--still with a hint of frost in voice and manner because Anne had declined so ungratefully and decidedly the honor of an alliance with the House of Andrews--Anne retreated to the porch room, shut the door, and had her laugh out at last.
"If I could only share the joke with some one!" she thought.

"But I can't.