Though she was grateful to the handsome artist for his attentions, she was disappointed because he had kept Jesse from walking home with her last night. But she looked eagerly for some demonstration from him to-day. Perhaps he would send her some more flowers, for he had whispered gladly as they parted: "Thank you for wearing the roses I sent you!" Liane's heart leaped with joy at hearing the flowers had come from Jesse, and she placed them carefully away that night, determined to keep them always, for his dear sake. How her heart sank when Dolly Dorr, who had been rather quiet and sulky that morning, suddenly remarked: "Mr. Devereaux went off, bag and baggage, they say, to Boston last night, so I suppose that is the last we shall see of him!" Liane could not keep from exclaiming regretfully: "Oh, dear!" "You seem to be sorry!" Dolly cried significantly. All eyes turned on Liane, and she blushed rosy red as she bent lower over the work she was sewing. Dolly added curtly: "I did not think you would be so ready to take away another girl's chance, Liane." "But he has broken with Miss Clarke. They quarreled last night," said Lottie Day. "I did not mean Miss Clarke. I meant myself. Liane knows he has paid me some attention, and that I have set my cap at him! I thought she was my true friend, but I caught her making eyes at him last night!" Dolly exclaimed ruefully. The gay girls all laughed at Dolly's jealousy, but Liane could not say a word for embarrassment, knowing in her heart how baseless were Dolly's hopes. The angry little maiden continued: "He told me last night that he was free from Miss Clarke; and I believe I could win him if no one tried to spoil the sport. I would never have introduced him to Liane if I had thought she would try to cut me out." "Oh, Dolly, you know I have not tried. Could I help his coming to speak to me last night?" cried Liane. "No, but you needn't have encouraged him by flirting when he spoke to you, blushing and rolling up your eyes." A derisive groan went around among the merry band at Dolly's charge, and Mary Lang spoke up spiritedly: "Dolly Dorr, you are simply making yourself ridiculous, putting in a claim to Mr. Devereaux because he happened to speak to you once or twice! Any one with half an eye can see he's in love with Liane, and I'll state for your benefit that he told her last night he sent her that bouquet of roses, and he wanted to walk home with her, only Mr. Dean was ahead of him!" "Oh! Oh! Oh!" ran the chorus of voices, Liane drooping her head in blushing confusion, and Dolly pouting with disappointment, while she cried spitefully: "He's nothing but a wretched flirt! He flirted with Miss Clarke, and then with me, and next with Liane! I'm glad he got ashamed of himself, and sneaked off; and I hope he will never come back!"