"Trixy, Trixy," Fenie had just said. "It is very late, and you must be very sleepy. Don't you think you can drop off now?" "I--s'pose so," the child drawled, "but there was somethin' I wanted to ask you. Let me see; what was it? Oh!" and Trixy sprang up and suddenly became very wide awake. "Say, Aunt Fee, did lookin' at him make you well?" "Looking at whom, Trixy? I'm not ill, child?" "Why, papa said a look at Harry Trewman's face was the best medicine you could have." Fenie burst into tears, upon which Trif hurried to her, but Fenie continued to weep, and for so long that Trif wept too, after which Trixy sobbed pitifully. "Papa said it, and she's had the look, and it ain't done her no good, for she's cryin' like ev'rythin', and I worked so hard to give it to her, and gave up a dolly to get it, and then he came himself, and that made her cry more than ever." "Oh, Trif," exclaimed Fenie. "He met me so coldly--and after what he wrote on his picture, too! Do you suppose he was jealous of the company he saw me in?" "Did Harry write you somethin' on a picture, Aunt Fee?" asked Trixy. "Yes, he--; but you mustn't ask questions about things that don't concern you, Trixy." "Oh, I won't, but I just wanted to know----" "But you mustn't want to know what----" "But----" "Sh--h--!" Don't ever mention the subject to me again. Promise me, this instant!" "Sister," protested Trif, "you don't yet know how that picture came to you." I don't want to know anything about the picture, or him, or about----" "Then I shan't tell you, or ask you, or anythin'," said Trixy, with a sob that would have softened any heart but that of a young woman who thought she had been treated coldly by the man whom she thought she might learn to love. CHAPTER VII. MORE REVELATIONS. When Harry Trewman reached his room he dropped into a chair and a very dismal frame of mind, which his face reflected, for when his sister looked in upon him a few minutes later she said: "Why, brother! What is the matter with you? From your melancholy appearance one would suppose you hadn't just reached Old Point and its chief attraction." "Attraction, indeed," moaned Harry. "I suspect I am a fool, for it never before occurred to me that a young woman whom I think the sum total of everything good and charming, might appear equally attractive to other men. Did you see the crowd about her?--the uniforms and buttons?--and how she seemed to be enjoying herself? Still, she has the right to do entirely as she likes; I've no claim upon her." "My dear Harry," said Kate tenderly, as she seated herself on the arm of Harry's easy chair, "don't be foolish. Do you suppose that a girl is going to lose interest in everything and everybody in the world because she likes a certain young man, or because a certain young man likes her?" "No. But she seemed to be enjoying herself so hugely. I never saw her so radiant."