e grandest, proudest-looking man, who the girls some of them
said was Mr. Wilford Cameron, from New York, a very fastidious bachelor,
whose family were noted for their wealth and exclusiveness, keeping six
servants, and living in the finest style; that Mrs. Woodhull, who all
through the year had been very kind to Katy, came to her after school
and invited her home to tea; that she had gone, and met Mr. Cameron;
that she was very much afraid of him at first, and was not sure that she
was quite over it now, although he was so polite to her all through the
journey, taking so much pains to have her see the finest sights, and
laughing at her enthusiasm.

"Wilford Cameron with you on your trip?" Morris asked, a new idea,
dawning on his mind.

"Yes; let me tell you," and Katy spoke rapidly. "I saw him that night,
and then Mrs. Woodhull took me to ride with him in the carriage, and
then--well, I rode alone with him once down by the lake, and he talked
to me just as if he was not a grand man and I a little schoolgirl. And
when the term closed I stayed at Mrs. Woodhull's, and he was there. He
liked my playing and liked my singing, and I guess he liked me--that is,
you know--yes, he liked me some," and Katy twisted the fringe of her
shawl, while Morris, in spite of the pain tugging at his heart-strings,
laughed aloud as he rejoined: "I have no doubt he did; but go on--what
next?"

"He said more about my joining that party than anybody, and I am very
sure he paid the bills."

"Oh, Katy," and Morris started as if he had been stung. "I would rather
have given Linwood than have you thus indebted to Wilford Cameron or any
other man."

"I could not well help it. I did not mean any harm," Katy said, timidly,
for at first she had shrunk from the proposition, but Mrs. Woodhull
seemed to think it right, urging it on until she had consented, and so
she said to Morris, explaining how kind Mr. Cameron was, and how careful
not to remind her of her indebtedness to him, attending to and
anticipating every want as if she had been his sister.

"You would like Mr. Cameron, Cousin Morris. He made me think of you a
little, only he is prouder," and Katy's hand moved up Morris' coat
sleeve till it rested on his shoulder.

"Perhaps so," Morris answered, feeling a growing resentment toward one
who, it seemed to him, had done him some great wrong.

But Wilford was not to blame, he reflected. He could not well help
liking the bright little Katy--s