She slept with the folded paper beneath her pillow at night, and all day long it was carefully tucked away over her beating heart.
It was quite a week after receiving this ere she saw Lester Armstrong again; then her face turned burning red.

Lester saw it, but how was he to dream that he was the cause of her emotion?
"Sweet Margery Conway is not strong," he thought, pityingly.

"How frightened her father would be were he to see that sudden rush of blood to the head." He wondered whether or not he should run to her and proffer his assistance.

He had once seen a young woman who was thus affected fall to the floor in a fit, and it had been many a long day ere the unfortunate woman could return to her work again.

He devoutly hoped this might not be the case with poor, pretty Margery.
She saw him start and look at her searchingly.