I do so want him to see you, Lady of the Roses!" "Nonsense, David!" laughed Miss Holbrook a little nervously.

"Mr .-- Mr.
Gurnsey doesn't want to see me.

He's seen me dozens of times." "Oh, yes, he told me he'd seen you long ago," nodded David gravely; "but he didn't act as if he remembered it much." "Didn't he, indeed!" laughed Miss Holbrook, again flushing a little.
"Well, I'm sure, dear, we wouldn't want to tax the poor gentleman's memory too much, you know.

Come, suppose you see what I've brought you," she finished gayly.
"Oh, what is it ?" cried David, as, under Miss Holbrook's swift fingers, the wrappings fell away and disclosed a box which, upon being opened, was found to be filled with quantities of oddly shaped bits of pictured wood--a jumble of confusion.
"It's a jig-saw puzzle, David.

All these little pieces fitted together make a picture, you see.