"First, tell me how she came to sit with the family, inside the white ribbon?" "Why, she wrote and asked if she couldn't. She said she loved me so she felt as if she were losing a sister, and that she wanted to sit with mother and mourn with the family." Aubrey grinned and I felt foolish. "And you believed her, you silly little cat!" "It does sound idiotic to repeat it, but it read as if she meant it," I said, blushing. "Never mind, dear," said the Angel. "You are all right." Now, when Aubrey says I am "all right," it means that I am all wrong, but that he loves me in spite of it. "Bee says," I said between laughing and crying, "that I am just like a stray dog. A pat on the head and a few kind words, and I'd follow anybody off." "It would take something more substantial than that to make Bee follow anybody off," observed Bee's brother-in-law. "Well, and so she and he were together all that evening, and afterward they corresponded. But Cary, being my bridesmaid, had, of course, the first claim on Artie's attention, but he was so taken with Flora that he sort of neglected Cary. Then, Cary being so spoiled by being rich and courted and flattered, was piqued into trying to make him notice her, which old stupid Artie refused to do, but tagged around after Flora as if she had hypnotized him. Then Cary must have been quite roused, for the first thing I knew she was showing unmistakable signs of its being the real thing with her, though, of course, she would deny it with oaths if I taxed her, while Flora--" I stopped in sudden confusion. "I forget," I faltered. "I said that neither had confided in me, but--" Aubrey grinned. "But Flora has," he supplemented. "She has confessed her love, not blushingly, but tumultuously, brazenly, tempestuously, and has begged you to help her!" I paused aghast. Aubrey had exactly stated the case. "Well, she told Cary, too," I said, in self-extenuation, "so she can't care very much that I've told you." "Oh, no," said Aubrey, cheerfully. "She'll tell me herself the first chance she gets." "She told Cary that she had told me, so we felt at liberty to talk it over," I added. "She did?" "And Cary was perfectly disgusted with her, and asked what I was going to do. I said I didn't know. Then what do you think she did? Cary asked me to ask Flora to visit me! What do you think of that for a bluff?" Again Aubrey grinned. He shook his head. "That was no bluff, Faith dear. That was a move in a game of chess. Cary Farquhar is the choicest--_unmarried_--girl I know! By Jove, she's a corker!" "She just did it to throw me off--to show me that _she_ didn't want him!" I persisted. The Angel shook his head and smiled inscrutably. "When does she come?" he asked. "Next week." Aubrey pulled at his pipe. "There will be something doing here next week, I'm thinking." There was something doing. First, I told old Mary that I was going to have company.