They certainly don't down in the Indian Lands, for they don't know what she's given up." "That's the beauty of it," replied Harry; "she doesn't feel it that way.
Given up?
not she! She thinks she's got everything that's good!" "Well," said Ranald, thoughtfully, after a pause, "she knows, and she's right." When they came to Harry's door Ranald lingered just a moment.

"Come in a minute," said Harry.
"I don't know; I'm coming in to-morrow." "Oh, come along just now.

Aunt Frank is in bed, but Maimie will be up," said Harry, dragging him along to the door.
"No, I think not to-night." While they were talking the door opened and Maimie appeared.
"Ranald," she cried, in an eager voice, "I knew you would be at Kate's, and I was pretty sure you would come home with Harry.

Aren't you coming in ?" "Where's Aunt Frank ?" asked Harry.
"She's upstairs," said Maimie.
"Thank the Lord, eh ?" added Harry, pushing in past her.
"Go away in and talk to her," said Maimie.

Then turning to Ranald and looking into his devouring eyes, she said, "Well?
You might say you're glad to see me." She stood where the full light of the doorway revealed the perfect beauty of her face and figure.
"Glad to see you! There is no need of saying that," replied Ranald, still gazing at her.
"How beautiful you are, Maimie," he added, bluntly.
"Thank you, and you are really quite passable." "And I AM glad to see you." "That's why you won't come in." "I am coming to-morrow night." "Everybody will be here to-morrow night." "Yes, that's certainly a drawback." "And I shall be very busy looking after my guests.