She did not know what made her think so, but still she did think that Ralph was becoming very much attached to their young guest. May was such a pretty girl, and he was constantly thrown with her, so after all it was only natural. Another thing, Ralph, who had been so eager about his vacation holiday before May's arrival, now seemed to have forgotten its existence. Little things do not escape eyes sharpened by real affection, and one evening shortly after she had addressed May's letter to John Temple, Miss Webster found the "young people," as she called them, together at the piano in the drawing-room, May playing and Ralph Webster, with violin on shoulder, performing a very fair accompaniment to May's music. True, Aunt Eliza was also present, industriously knitting a violet silk sock for her nephew Ralph, but still Miss Webster felt uneasy. And presently when they paused they both laughed good-naturedly, and Ralph looked around and jokingly asked for applause. "Aunt Margaret, Aunt Eliza, why don't you clap your hands?" he said. "I have never touched the violin since I was a boy at school until I persuaded Miss Churchill just now to allow me to try to accompany her. And don't you think it was lovely?" "I think it was lovely," laughed May Churchill. "It seemed very nice, my dears," answered Aunt Margaret, gravely. "Very nice," sighed Aunt Eliza, mildly. "To call anything 'very nice' is an insult, I consider," went on Ralph Webster, with a laugh. "It means you don't admire my performance, but that at the same time you do not wish to hurt my feelings. Pretty girls are told they look 'very nice' by jealous sisters and rivals, and there is no warmth in such an opinion! Never mind, Miss Churchill, see if we can't do better next time--what have you here?" He stooped down and began to turn over May's music as he spoke, asking for this piece or that. But May naturally had no great assortment, as she had brought no music with her, and all she possessed was what she had bought in town since her arrival.