"Let me go with you," pleaded the girl, with a vague hope of meeting Devereaux somewhere on the street, all her thought clinging to him with tender persistence. "No, I won't have you along with me, but I'll come back for you as soon as I find her," snapped granny, so sharply that Liane gave in and watched her depart with keen regret. "I should have liked to go with her to see some of the sights of the great city," she sighed, so forlornly that the landlady said cheerily: "Well, come in here and sit a while with my sick sister, and I'll hurry up my morning's work and go out with you myself this afternoon." Lizzie White was a pretty shop girl, just recovering from a spell of fever, and she took an instant interest in the pretty new boarder. "Sister Annie can show you all over the city," she said. "But," hesitatingly, "haven't you any other clothes to wear?" her glance falling deprecatingly on Liane's simple dark-blue print gown and summer straw hat. "It's time for fall things, you know," she added. Liane blushed at the poverty of her attire, but answered gently: "These are the best clothes I have, but I have a little money of my own, and if I knew where to go, I would buy a blue serge suit." "Sister Annie can take you to a place this afternoon--the very store where I work when I am well," replied Lizzie encouragingly. Afternoon came, but no granny yet, and Mrs. Brinkley offered to take Liane out, saying it was such a pity to stay indoors all day when the sun shone so bright and warm. Liane accepted eagerly, and then her new friend, Lizzie, shyly proffered her a new fall suit of her own to wear. "Do wear it to please me, and because people will make remarks on your print gown," she said eagerly, and the girl, fearful that Mrs. Brinkley might be ashamed of her shabby attire, accepted gratefully. Her appearance was indeed quite different when clothed in Lizzie's brown cloth skirt, scarlet silk waist, and jaunty brown jacket, with a brown walking skirt to match. CHAPTER XVIII. LIANE'S FLEETING LOVE DREAM. Liane was enchanted with the beautiful city, and Mrs. Brinkley, who felt a proud proprietorship in it, was delighted with her praises. They went from one grand building to another, but the good woman soon noticed that Liane seemed best pleased walking along the crowded streets, and that instead of observing all that she pointed out, the girl's eyes wandered wistfully from one face to another, as if in search of some one. "Are you looking for your grandmother?" she asked. "Oh, no, ma'am," and Liane blushed like a rose. "Then it must be your beau, you look so bashful. Have you got a beau in Boston?" Liane shook her pretty head, but she looked so conscious that the woman plied her with curious questions, until the young girl owned that she knew one person in Boston, a young man, who had spent several weeks at Stonecliff. Then the curious matron did not rest until she had learned his name.