“But I will—I do. There!” The soft lips of the old lady were pressed to Georgie’s forehead, those old arms folded her close. “God bless you, dear! God forever bless both you and him!” “Thank you, grandma—thank you a thousand times; that was just what I wanted to make my joy complete. Ah! here comes Robert, with his face all in a glow. What! are those flowers for me?” “I should like to make them prettier; but time is up, and I must be off. Here is some of grandma’s rose-geraniums, and all the blossoms from my own heliotrope. Good-by, Miss Georgie. Young Mr. Gould raised my salary last week. Isn’t he splendid.” Georgiana caught his face between her two hands and kissed him on the spot. It would be difficult to decide which of those two young faces was the rosiest when those hands were withdrawn. The truth was, if Robert had an earthly divinity it was the young lady who had just kissed him. So he went away with a glow upon his face, and a warmer one in his heart, wondering if there was another boy in all Philadelphia who could have been so honored, and wishing the whole earth were covered with rose-geraniums, heliotrope, cape jasmines, and blush-roses, that he might scatter them under her feet and catch the perfume as she walked over them. Georgie, rather ashamed of herself, went home, wondering what it was which gave that sad, wistful look to Anna Burns’s eyes; and coming generously out of her own happiness, far enough to wish that every thing had gone right with young Savage, that Anna might have been married on the same day with herself. She wondered if nothing could be done to bring this about. Why was it that Savage had said nothing to her of late? It saddened her to think that Anna was given up to such depression of spirits when she was so happy. “But it will not last,” she said to herself. “Only think how miserable I was only a little while ago. Why, it was like wrenching at my own heart when young Savage came with his confidence, and wanted me to help him. But there was a difference. He did not love me, and he did love her. I wasn’t to go on adoring him after that, it would have been wrong; and, after all, I wasn’t exactly the girl to degrade myself in that way. Now I really do wonder how it happened that I cared for him so much. Certainly he’s handsome and gentlemanly; but Mr. Gould—— Dear me! it’s fortunate that I’m alone, or people might read what I think of him in my face; but, as Robert says, he is splendid.” Georgiana went home with such thoughts as these fluttering through her head, like humming-birds among roses. In the hall she met Miss Eliza, who seemed in a great flutter of excitement.