ough several dances when Guy came up to her side
with Ada Chester.

"I have brought someone to take your place, Miss Dexie. Play a waltz for
us, Miss Chester," and Guy took Dexie from her seat.

The couple made the circuit of the room several times before anyone joined
them; it was a pleasure to watch the well-matched pair swaying to the
delightful music.

"We seem to have the floor to ourselves," Dexie said with a smile.

"If they knew the bliss of a perfect waltz, we would be crowded out, Miss
Dexie. I begin to think I never waltzed before; your step is perfect--what,
you are not tired?" as Dexie stopped and led the way back to the piano.

"No, but I will relieve Miss Chester; she is very fond of dancing."

Dexie did not care to confess how much she had enjoyed the little dance,
but she was beginning to think that there was some strange spell in the
voice and manner of her partner that drew her very thoughts from her. She
must get away from his presence, so turned to Miss Chester, saying:

"I can recommend Mr. Traverse as a superb waltzer, Ada, so let me give you
the pleasure of a few turns around the room with him to the same music. Mr.
Traverse, do let Miss Chester know for once what waltzing really is," and
she struck the keys and sent them floating from her side.

The evening's pleasure closed all too quickly, and as the last good-byes
were spoken Guy lingered to whisper:

"I shall call and take you to choir practice in good season, so do not run
away before I come for you. Good-night, Miss Dexie."

The warm clasp of the hand, and the earnest look in his dark grey eyes,
lingered in Dexie's memory until sleep had put all thoughts aside and mixed
the real with the unreal in troubled dreams.

CHAPTER XXXVII.

One bright summer morning, while the dew still glistened like diamonds on
grass blades and flower petals, Dexie and her father were to be seen
walking quickly in the direction of the depot, and, on arriving there, were
surprised to see Mr. Traverse waiting on the platform.

"What, Traverse, are you off this morning too?" said Mr. Sherwood.

"Yes, I have business in Boston; some machinery to order. And you, Miss
Dexie, are you going on a journey as well?"

"Oh, no; I have come to see papa safely on board the train, and to jog his
memory about a few trifles I want him to bring me home from the Hub."

"Ha, ha; a few trifles, indeed! If you expect me to bring back half the
things you have me