Somehow, with us girls, life seems like a game of 'Hold fast all I give you.' What falls into your hands is yours by right of the game, and you've no call to hand it over to the next girl because she whimpers that she wants to be 'it.' Don't you worry.

Go on and have a good time." With that parting advice Katie hurried away, and Lloyd was left to pace up and down the avenue more undecided than before.

It was late in the afternoon of the next day when she finally found the answer to her question.

She had been wandering around the drawing-room, glancing into a book here, rearranging a vase of flowers there, turning over the pile of music on the piano, striking aimless chords on the harp-strings.
Presently she paused in front of the mantel to lift the lid from the rose-jar and let its prisoned sweetness escape into the room.

As she did so she glanced up into the eyes of the portrait above her.