"Well, it is one of the things which you must always hold merely as a conjecture, for you can never know by experience." She glanced up at him with a smile, half pleased, half reproving. "Do you think I am the sort that likes flattery? I believe you think we are all silly. I thought you were too good a friend of mine to attempt that line with me." Keith declared that all women loved flattery, but protested, of course, that he was not flattering her. "Why should I?" he laughed. "Oh, just because you think it will please me, and because it is so easy. It is so much less trouble. It takes less intellect, and you don't think I am worth spending intellect on." This Keith stoutly denied. She gave him a fleeting glance out of her brown eyes. "She, however, is as good as she is handsome," she said, returning to Mrs. Lancaster. "Yes; she is one of those who 'do good by stealth, and blush to find it fame.'" "There are not a great many like that around here," Lois smiled. "Here comes one now?" she added, as Mrs. Nailor moved up to them. She was "so glad" to see Miss Huntington out. "You must like your Winter in New York?" she said, smiling softly. "You have such opportunities for seeing interesting people-like Mr. Keith, here?" She turned her eyes on Keith. "Oh, yes. I do. I see so many entertaining people," said Lois, innocently. "They are very kind to you?" purred the elder lady. "Most condescending." Lois turned her eyes toward Keith with a little sparkle in them; but as she read his appreciation a smile stole into them. Dinner was solemnly announced, and the couples swept out in that stately manner appropriate to solemn occasions, such as marriages, funerals, and fashionable dinners. "Do you know your place?" asked Keith of Lois, to whom he had been assigned. "Don't I? A governess and not know her place! You must help me through." "Through what?" "The dinner. You do not understand what a tremendous responsibility you have. This is my first dinner." "I always said dinners were a part of the curse," said Keith, lightly, smiling down at her fresh face with sheer content. "I shall confine myself hereafter to breakfast and lunch-except when I receive invitations to Mrs. Wickersham's." he added. Mrs. Lancaster was on the other side of Keith; so he found the dinner much pleasanter than he had expected. She soon fell to talking of Lois, a subject which Keith found very agreeable. "You know, she is staying with Louise Wentworth? Louise had to have some one to stay with her, so she got her to come and teach the children this Winter. Louise says she is trying to make something of her." "From my slight observation, it seems to me as if the Creator has been rather successful in that direction already. How does she propose to help Him out?"