returning to his room, his thoughts had often been there, and al
most too often for the highest grades a fair young face would
come between his eyes and the book. But one result was logical
for such a nature as Stanford’s.
“ I’ll win a positition for myself in college and in the world, and
then ’’ — here his unspoken resolution had a way of dissolving into
a reverie—a reverie of sunshine and yellow hair and bright smiles.
But unconsciously he had progressed further towards that posi
tion than anyone guessed.
Several days before the end of the term Harry was invited to
dinner at Bob’s. Edna looked prettier than ever after the short
time in which he had not seen her. Though she was a little shy,
Harry felt sure that she was glad to see him, and once or twice
when he caught her looking at him she dropped her pretty lashes
with a tell-tale blush.
“You are not going home for vacation, are you, Harry?”
asked Bob after they had gone into the drawing room.
“I haven’t quite decided. I’d like very much to see my aunt,
but it’s most too far.”
“ That’s capital! Then you’ll spend vacation with me, won’t
you? ”
Harry was too much surprised to answer at once,
thought that possibly Bob still felt under obligation
would have made him refuse had not Bob added with a
smile: “It was Edna who suggested it.”
Edna blushed scarlet at this exposition of secrets, but
the best of the situation she added softly:
“Please, Mr. Stanford.”
“ Thank you, I’ll come,” he replied.
The Free Lance.
[December,
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