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“Come here,” she whispered. “Are you sure it’s you?” she added, holding him off at arm’s-length.

His response was such a tempest of kisses and embraces that in her nervous state she was quite panic-stricken.

“George,” she gasped, “have mercy on me!”

“I only wished to show you how he felt, so you would have some sympathy for him.”

“If you don’t stop,” said the almost desperate girl, “I will shut myself up and not appear till he is gone. I will any way, if you don’t make me a solemn promise.”

“Leave out the ‘solemn.'”

“No, I won’t. Upon your word and honor, promise never to tell what has happened–my mistake, I mean.”

“Oh, Elsie, it’s too good to keep,” laughed George.

“Now, George, if you tell,” sobbed Elsie, “you’ll spoil my holiday, your visit, and everything.”

“If you feel that way, you foolish child, of course I won’t tell. Indeed, I suppose I should not, for Stanhope seems half frightened out of his wits also.”

“Serves him right, though I doubt whether he has many to lose,” said Elsie, spitefully.

“Well, I will do my best to keep in,” said George, soothingly, and stroking her curls. “But you will let it all out; you see. The idea of your keeping anything with your April face!”

Elsie acted upon the hint, and went to her room in order to remove all traces of agitation before the supper-bell should summon her to meet the dreaded stranger.

In the meantime, Mr. Alford and James, the second son, had come up from the village, where they had a thriving business. They greeted George’s friend so cordially that it went some way toward putting the diffident youth at his ease; but he dreaded meeting Elsie again quite as much as she dreaded meeting him.

“Who is this Mr. Stanhope?” his parents asked, as they drew George aside for a little private talk after his long absence.

“Well, he is a classmate with whom I have long wished to get better acquainted; but he is so shy and retiring that I have made little progress. He came from another seminary, and entered our class in this the middle year. No one seems to know much about him; and indeed he has shunned all intimacies and devotes himself wholly to his books. The recitation-room is the one place where he appears well–for there he speaks out, as if forgetting himself, or rather, losing himself in some truth under contemplation. Sometimes he will ask a question that wakes up both class and professor; but at other times it seems difficult to pierce the shell of his reserve or diffidence. And yet, from little things I have seen, I know that he has a good warm heart; and the working of his mind in the recitation-room fascinates me. Further than this I know little about him, but have just learned, from his explanation as to his unexpected appearance at our door, that he is very poor, and purposed to spend his holiday vacation as agent for a new magazine that is offering liberal premiums. I think his poverty is one of the reasons why he has so shrunk from companionship with the other students. He thinks he ought to go out and continue his efforts tonight.”

“This stormy night!” ejaculated kind Mrs. Alford. “It would be barbarous.”

“Certainly it would, mother. We must not let him. But you must all be considerate, for he seems excessively diffident and sensitive; and besides–but no matter.”

“No fear but that we will soon make him at home. And it’s a pleasure to entertain people who are not surfeited with attention. I don’t understand Elsie, however, for she seems to have formed a violent prejudice against him. From the nature of her announcement of his presence I gathered that he was a rather forward young man.”

There was a twinkle in George’s eye; but he merely said:

“Elsie is full of moods and tenses; but her kind little heart is always the same, and that will bring her around all right.”