Ralph was resplendent in a new suit of silk, which he had procured after numerous directions from our friend Mr. O'Brallaghan; Verty resembled the young forest emperor, which it was his wont to resemble, at least in costume;--and Fanny was clad in the finest and most coquettish little dress conceivable. After mature deliberation, we are inclined to believe that her conquest of Ralph was on this day completed and perfected:--the conduct of that gentleman for some days afterwards having been very suspicious. We need only say, that he sat at his window, gazing moonward--wrote sonnets in a very melancholy strain, and lost much of his ardor and vivacity. These symptoms are sufficient for a diagnosis when one is familiar with the disease, and they were exhibited by Mr. Ralph, on the occasion mentioned. But we anticipate. The gay party went out in the grove, and wandering about in the brilliant October sunlight, gathered primroses and other autumn flowers, which, making into bunches, they topped with fine slender, palm-like golden rods:--and so, passing on, came to the old glen behind, and just beneath the acclivity which made the western horizon of Apple Orchard. "Look what a lovely tulip tree!" said Fanny, laughing, "and here is the old lime-kiln--look!" Ralph smiled. "I am looking,"--he said. "You are not!" "Yes--at you." "I asked you to look at the old kiln--" "I prefer your charming face, my heart's treasure." Redbud laughed, and turning her white, tender face, to the dreamy, Verty said: "Are they not affectionate, Verty?" Verty smiled. "I like that," he said. "So do I--but Mr. Ralph is so--" "_What_, Miss Redbud?" said Ralph, laughing, "eh?" "Oh, I did'nt know--" "I heard you?" "Yes, sir." "Well, at least I did. I don't see why I should not be affectionate to Fanny--" "Humph!" from Fanny. "She is my dearest cousin--is Miss Fanny Temple; and we have been in love with each other for the last twenty years, more or less!" Fanny burst into laughter. "Twenty years!" she cried. "Well?" said Ralph. "I'm only seventeen, sir." "Seventeen?" "Yes, sir." "Seventeen--three from seventeen," said Ralph, thoughtfully calculating on his fingers, "ah! yes! you are right--you have been in love with me but fourteen years. Yes! yes! you have reason to say, as you did, that it was not twenty years--quite." After which speech, which was delivered in an innocent tone, Mr. Ralph scratched his chin. Fanny stood for a moment horrified at the meaning given to her exclamation--then colored--then cried "Humph!"--then burst into laughter. The party joined in it. "Well, well," said the bright girl, whose dancing eyes were full of pleasure, "don't let us get to flirting to-day." "Flirting?" said Ralph. "Yes." "I never flirt." "No, never!" "There, you are getting ironical--you fly off from--" "The subject, I suppose--like that flying squirrel yonder--look!"