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McNeil, who was in the parlor and had asked to see me especially, and as my eyes rested upon her the word 'Dexie' sprang to my lips. She had on your garnet velvet suit, and looked as well in it as ever you did.

What is the water like to-day?" "Smooth as a mill-pond; scarcely a ripple," was the reply, as he followed Mr. Sherwood into the next room. "I have called to see if you will go for a sail, Miss Dexie," said Mr. McNeil, as he entered the room and seated himself beside her. "You have not been on the water for some time; it is a pity to miss this fine afternoon."

Dexie, hearing the laughter and knowing its cause, came boldly into the room, ready enough to confess her share of it, now that she knew her father would not scold very much about it. "Dexie, did you do that?" he asked, as she appeared. "That writing looks very familiar." "Well, I wrote the inscription," her face never changing expression, "but I hired another person to set the stone up.

"But I have not got down to facts yet, Miss Dexie, and I should like to know the truth. 'For favors received, be truly grateful. I think it is only fair to let me know how matters stand with you and this lover over the sea."

Sherwood had been pleased to remove it out of her sight, wishing in her heart that the memories which troubled her could be as easily banished. But no other piano could have been half so dear to the heart of Dexie, and when she sat down before her beloved instrument the first chords she struck brought happy tears. It was like the greeting of a dear friend long absent.

But he knows that I love you dearly, and he would give me your hand if you gave me your heart. Do not try to hide it from me any longer, love. Do you not love me already?" and he bent his head beside her own. "Lift up your face and tell me, dearest." But Dexie could not raise her eyes; she was afraid to believe the sweet words she heard. Did he really love her, after all!

"I have been waiting for a chance to have a good talk with you, Dexie, ever since I heard you were going away; but there has been so much going on that I never seem to see you alone a minute. Are you sorry to go, Dexie?" "Yes, indeed I am. I have found Halifax so pleasant that I shall always regret leaving it." "But you are coming back sometime, you know, Dexie?

You need never have a care. What more could you ask of me, Dexie?" His eager eyes seemed to burn into her very soul as he waited her reply. "I ask you for nothing; but if you will take all this and lay it before someone who could and would gladly accept it, you would be far happier in the end.

I have thought sometimes I would ask you to have your marriage performed here before me, but I will not be so selfish; that should be the happiest hour of a woman's life, and it would not be so to you under such circumstances. Louie has brightened the house by her coming, but she will soon be returning to her aunt, and then I am afraid you will find it harder than ever, my dear little Dexie."

While in semi-darkness they waited his return, Dexie tried to ascertain if there was not a pleasanter outlook than could be obtained from the door, but the one dust-encrusted window gave a dim and indistinct view from that quarter.