was unconscious of
it, and when he helped his companion out and secured the boat he said,
"Now I am going to ask a favor of you, Miss Terry. I want you to stand
in just the position I first saw you and let me make a sketch of you.
You were leaning on a rock and resting your head on one hand."

Telly looked puzzled.

"You did not know I saw you out on the point last evening, did you?" he
added, smiling. "I stood and looked at you for five minutes and then
walked away. I did not know who you were then, or that I should meet you
later. If I had I would not have been so rude."

The color came to Telly's face at his evident admiration, but she did
not say no to his proposal and stood patiently in the position he wished
while he made the sketch. "There," he exclaimed when it was finished, "I
shall transfer that to canvas when I go back, and whenever I look at it
I shall recall this day and--you."

"Will you need the picture for that?" she replied with a smile. It was
the first little coquettish word she had uttered, and it amused Albert.
"That sounds like Alice," he said, and added hastily, "Alice is my only
sister, and I think more of her than of any other woman living."

What these two young people, so rapidly becoming acquainted, had to say
all that long summer afternoon need not be recorded. Telly sat on the
boat's cushions in a shady nook and watched Albert finish his sketch
and then listened to his talk. He told her all about his home and
sister, and Frank as well. In a way they exchanged a good deal of
personal history of interest to each other, but to no one else, so it
need not be repeated. Then they gathered flowers, like two children, and
Telly insisted on decorating the boat. When it was done she wanted him
to make a sketch of it for her. "Draw yourself as holding the oars," she
said, "and I will try to paint a picture from the sketch to remember you
by," she added with a smile. Then, as the sun was getting low, they
started for home. The breeze had all vanished and the sea was like
glass. Only the long ground swells barely lifted their boat and made the
shadows of the trees along the shore wave in fantastic undulations. When
they reached the Cape Telly said, "You had better go around to the cove
where father keeps his boats. It's nearer to the house, and there is a
float there where you can pull your boat out."

She waited until he had done so, and then stooped and selected a few of
the flowers with which