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graver and more dignified."

"Can't a man laugh and laugh and be a Christian still?" demanded Phil.

"Oh, MEN--yes. But I was speaking of MINISTERS, my dear," said Aunt
Jamesina rebukingly. "And you shouldn't flirt so with Mr. Blake--you
really shouldn't."

"I'm not flirting with him," protested Phil.

Nobody believed her, except Anne. The others thought she was amusing
herself as usual, and told her roundly that she was behaving very badly.

"Mr. Blake isn't of the Alec-and-Alonzo type, Phil," said Stella
severely. "He takes things seriously. You may break his heart."

"Do you really think I could?" asked Phil. "I'd love to think so."

"Philippa Gordon! I never thought you were utterly unfeeling. The idea
of you saying you'd love to break a man's heart!"

"I didn't say so, honey. Quote me correctly. I said I'd like to think I
COULD break it. I would like to know I had the POWER to do it."

"I don't understand you, Phil. You are leading that man on
deliberately--and you know you don't mean anything by it."

"I mean to make him ask me to marry him if I can," said Phil calmly.

"I give you up," said Stella hopelessly.

Gilbert came occasionally on Friday evenings. He seemed always in good
spirits, and held his own in the jests and repartee that flew about.
He neither sought nor avoided Anne. When circumstances brought them
in contact he talked to her pleasantly and courteously, as to any
newly-made acquaintance. The old camaraderie was gone entirely. Anne
felt it keenly; but she told herself she was very glad and thankful that
Gilbert had got so completely over his disappointment in regard to her.
She had really been afraid, that April evening in the orchard, that she
had hurt him terribly and that the wound would be long in healing. Now
she saw that she need not have worried. Men have died and the worms
have eaten them but not for love. Gilbert evidently was in no danger of
immediate dissolution. He was enjoying life, and he was full of ambition
and zest. For him there was to be no wasting in despair because a woman
was fair and cold. Anne, as she listened to the ceaseless badinage that
went on between him and Phil, wondered if she had only imagined that
look in his eyes when she had told him she could never care for him.

There were not lacking those who would gladly have stepped into
Gilbert's vacant place. But Anne snubbed them without fear and without
reproach. If the real Prince Charming was never to