"Thou may'st forget me, but never, never shall I forget thee!" Alphonso of Castile. The Escurial, April 1st. 'Who's he?" asked a circle of awe-struck girls. "Didn't you ever hear of him? Youngest brother of the King of Spain," replied Rose carelessly. "Oh, my! and just hear this," exclaimed Annie Silsbie. If you ever deign to cast a thought in my direction, Miss Rose, remember me always as Thy devoted servitor, Potemkin Montmorency. St. Petersburg, July 10th. "And this," shrieked Alice White. "They say love is a thorn, I say it is a dart, And yet I cannot tear thee from my heart." Antonio, Count of Vallambrosa. "Do you really and truly know a Count?" asked Bella, backing away from Rose with eyes as big as saucers. "Know Antonio de Vallambrosa! I should think I did," replied Rose. "Nobody in this country knows him so well, I fancy." "And he wrote that for you?" "How else could it get into my book, goosey?" This was unanswerable; and Rose was installed from that time forward in the minds of Bella and the rest as a heroine of the first water. Katy, however, knew better; and the first time she caught Rose alone she attacked her on the subject. "Now, Rosy-Posy, confess. Who wrote all those absurd autographs in your book?" "Absurd autographs! What can you mean?" "All those Counts and things. No, it's no use. You shan't wriggle away till you tell me." "Oh, Antonio and dear Potemkin, do you mean them?" "Yes, of course I do." "And you really want to know?" "Yes." "And will swear not to tell?" "Yes." "Well, then," bursting into a laugh, "I wrote every one of them myself." "Did you really? When?" "Day before yesterday. I thought Lilly needed taking down, she was so set up with her autographs of Wendell Phillips and Mr. Seward, so I just sat down and wrote a book full. It only took me half an hour. I meant to write some more: in fact, I had one all ready,-- 'I am dead, or pretty near: David's done for me I fear' Goliath of Gath. but I was afraid even Bella wouldn't swallow that, so I tore out the page. I'm sorry I did now, for I really think the geese would have believed it. Written in his last moments, you know, to oblige an ancestor of my own," added Rose, in a tone of explanation. "You monkey!" cried Katy, highly diverted. But she kept Rose's counsel, and I daresay some of the Hillsover girls believe in that wonderful album to this day.