"It's I," came the voice of Jack Graham. The silhouette rested two black-outlined elbows against the sill. "My, how you frightened me!" she cried pettishly. "What in the world do you want? Why aren't you at dinner?" "Molly," said Graham solemnly, "I don't suppose you'll listen to me. We haven't gotten along very well lately, have we? But I want you to know that I am asking this for your sake, and that I believe it." She was impressed by the sincere quality of his tone. "Why, Jack," she said softly, "I know you mean well, and I suppose I _am_ very frivolous and careless. What is it?" "I wish you would not go to the dance to-night." There fell a pause. She was evidently in a softened mood and she wished to conduct the interview considerately. "But, Jack," she hesitatingly asked at last. "Do you think there is going to be trouble?" "It will only give you pain. You are going to be forced against things you have never had to combat before." "I don't understand you." "I am going to talk very plainly, Molly; I hope you won't get angry. I can't help it if you do. It's because I love you so, girl; I love you so!" His voice was deep and rich with emotion, so poignant and compelling that it forced her attention in spite of herself. This was a declaration, she dimly felt, and yet its import as such was somehow lost in the more pregnant subject-matter to which it but added emphasis. "Go on," she said breathlessly. "You are well liked by everybody here," he continued, carefully avoiding more pointed personalities, "and you have grown so used to being liked by everybody that it would hurt you cruelly if you were not. Isn't that true?" "Yes," assented Molly gravely, after a moment's consideration. "You want to hold first place in their thoughts and in their goodwill. You want to be first with them and you want them to show to you and to each other by their actions that they are your best friends and are going to stand by you. Do I read you right?" "Yes, of course I want all the boys to like me. I've known them so long, and I should feel dreadfully if they didn't. But what do you mean by it? I don't understand." The silhouette moved uneasily. "Now don't get angry," he pleaded. "Take to-night. To speak plainly, you want to be the woman who receives the most attention at that ball. Answer frankly." "Well," confessed the gill after another moment's hesitation, "frankly then, I do." "You will not." "Why?" "Because the woman who came this afternoon, Bismarck Anne, will take your place." Molly Lafond would have become angry if her experience of the afternoon had not already made her uneasy on just this point. "Do you consider her more attractive than me?" she asked a little resentfully. "A thousand times No!" assured the silhouette. "Has she known the boys as long as I? Is she as good friends with them? Can she talk better? Is she brighter?" "No." "Then I don't believe I quite see."