"Don't cry like that, mamma, I know of a better place than Miss Bray's, where I can find work. Miss Clarke wants a maid," cried Dolly eagerly. Mrs. Dorr's pride rebelled at first from her pretty daughter going into service like that, but the notion had quite taken hold of Dolly, and in the end the worried mother yielded to her persuasions, especially as the wages were liberal, and would help them so much in their present strait. Dolly hurried off to Cliffdene, and asked for Miss Clarke, offering her services for the vacant place, as Liane Lester had gone away. Roma's red-brown eyes flashed with joyful fire as she cried: "Where has she gone?" "Her grandmother took her to Boston to see a dying relative, miss." "Ah!" exclaimed Roma, and her heart leaped with joy as she realized that granny had kept her promise to take Liane far away. "Now I may have some chance of winning Jesse back again," she thought. But Dolly's next words threw a damper on her springing hopes. "Liane can't fool me with a tale of a dying relative! I believe she had an understanding with Jesse Devereaux to follow him down to Boston," she exclaimed spitefully. Roma started violently, her rich color paling to ashen gray. "Jesse Devereaux gone!" she cried, in uncontrollable agitation that betrayed her jealous heart to Dolly's keen eyes. The girl thought shrewdly: "She loves him even if he did tell me he was not engaged. Whew! won't she hate Liane when she knows all!" And, taking advantage of Roma's mood, she added: "Liane has been flirting for some time with Mr. Devereaux, and the night she got the beauty prize he sent her roses to wear, and voted for her, and offered to walk home with her that night, only he was disappointed, because Mr. Malcolm Dean had asked her first." Roma, inwardly furious with jealous rage, tossed her proud head carelessly, and answered: "Mr. Devereaux cares nothing for the girl! He is engaged to me, but we had a little tiff, and he was just flirting with her to pique me because I would not make up with him just yet!" Although she regarded Dolly as greatly her inferior, she was placing herself on a level with her by these confidences, encouraging Dolly to reply: "Of course, I know he wouldn't marry Liane, but she was foolish enough to think so, and I feel certain she's down to Boston with him now." Roma knew better, but she only smiled significantly, giving Dolly the impression that she agreed with her entirely, and then she said: "I will agree to give you a week's trial, and mamma's maid can instruct you as to your duties. When can you come?" "To-morrow, if you wish." "Very well. I shall expect you," returned Roma, abruptly ending the interview. When Dolly was going back the next day, she stopped in at the post office for her mail, and the smiling little clerk in the window, as he handed it out, exclaimed: