But was she? She could scarcely believe so; she would examine her mind seriously when the evening ended; perhaps she would speak to Trif about it. There was nothing between her and Harry Trewman--she could honestly say that, and perhaps--perhaps she had acted very foolishly about that young man. Harry was a fine fellow, as young men go, but how plain he appeared, to her mind's eye, beside the handsome soldier who scarcely left her side that evening! By the time the evening ended the young woman had a head full of pleasing fancies marred only by a weak compunction of conscience. She sat in Trif's room a few minutes, chatting with her sister about people whom they had met during the day, and admiring Trixy, who was always a charming picture when asleep. Then she passed into her own room; in a moment Trif heard a sharp exclamation, and Fenie stood in the doorway between the rooms, gasping: "What is the meaning of this?" "Of what? Oh, my sister, you're looking like a ghost!" "I feel as if I had seen one. Why did you do it? What have I done to----" "Tryphena Wardlow, what are you talking about?" asked Trif, approaching the girl. "Do say something intelligible, if you can, and stop acting." For answer, Fenie took her sister's hand and led the way to the mirror, between the glass and frame of which was a photograph of Harry Trewman. "In the name of all that's mysterious," exclaimed Trif, "where did it come from?" "Where, indeed! Didn't you place it there, to--to----" "I give you my word that I never saw it, or knew of its existence, until this instant." "Oh, this is dreadful," exclaimed Fenie, sinking into a chair. "There's some mystery about it. Who can be here who knows anything about--about what had happened? Who has been able to get into our room without our knowledge? I shan't dare to fall asleep. I shan't----" "Do stop being dramatic, Fee, and try to be sensible. The picture didn't sneak in through the keyhole, nor did invisible hands bring it, although I confess that for the moment I'm mystified. Oh, I have it! Mark my words, Trixy knows something about that picture." In an instant Fenie was in the adjoining room and shaking Trixy. The child was sleeping as soundly as ocean air and the lullaby of gentle surf can make children sleep, but Fenie persevered. "Picture?--in your lookin' glass?" the child drawled. "Oh, yes; I put it there. That was the s'prise--that I wouldn't--tell you all about. Did it s'prise you--lots?" "Yes--yes. But how did you get it?" Trixy was falling asleep again, and her mother insisted that further explanation should be deferred until morning. As Fenie took the picture from the mirror she saw the inscription and read it. Then Bruce Jermyn went out of her mind and a joyous feeling took his place. CHAPTER VI. ALL BY CHANCE. "I've found out all about them," said Kate Trewman to her brother, a day or two after Trif, Trixy and Fenie had gone South. "They've gone to Florida, for Trixy's health."