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looked into her eyes with an expression before which hers for the first time fal— tered. She looked down, and a warm blush stained the ivory curves of her cheek and throat. His heart bounded, for in that blush he recognized the banner of love’s vanguard.

“ Are you glad to see me, Kilmeny‘? ” he asked, in a low significant tone.

She nodded, and wrote in a somewhat embarrassed fashion,

“ Yes. Why do you ask? You know I am always glad to see you. I was afraid you would not come. You did not come last night and I was so sorry. Nothing in the orchard seemed nice any longer. I couldn’t even play. I tried to, and my violin only cried. I waited until it was dark and then I went home.”

“ I am sorry you were disappointed, Kilmeny. I couldn’t come last night. Some day I shall tell you why. I stayed home to learn a new lesson. I am sorry you missed me—no, I am glad. Can you

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