The grapes which hung over her friend's garden wall were not very simple.

They were much beside grapes.
Wilbur returned her look pityingly.
"Poor girl," he said, kissing her hands again; "she is all tired out and I must let her go to bed.

Standing on a pedestal is rather tiresome, if it is gratifying, isn't it, sweetheart ?" "Yes," said Margaret, with a weary sigh from her heart.

How little the poor man knew of the awful torture of standing upon the pedestal of another, and at the same time holding before one's eyes that looking-glass with all the cross-lights of existence full upon it! Margaret went to bed, but she could not sleep.

All night long she revolved the problem of how she should settle the matter with Annie Eustace.