ddressing Marian, she asked:

'What was the street, and the number of that house?'

Marian told her the street, but could not remember the number, while Tom
said, laughingly:

'Why, Jerrie, what makes you so much interested in an old German house?
Do you expect to go there and live in it?'

'Yes,' Jerrie replied, in the same light tone. 'I am going to Germany
sometime--going to Wiesbaden, and I mean to find that house and the
picture which Miss Raymond says I am so much like; then I shall know how
I look to others. You remember the couplet:

'"Oh, wad some power the giftie gie us,
To see ourselfs as others see us!"

'Look in the glass there, the best one you can find, and you'll see
yourself as others see you,' Dick said, gallantly.

Before Jerrie could reply, a servant appeared on the piazza, saying
there was some one at the telephone asking for Mr. Peterkin.

It proved to be Billy's father, who was in the village, and had received
a telegram from Springfield concerning a lawsuit which was pending
between himself and a rival firm, which claimed that he had infringed
upon their patents. Before replying to the telegram he wished to confer
with his son, who was to come at once to the hotel, and, if necessary,
go to Springfield that night.

'B-by Jove,' Billy said, as he returned to the piazza and explained the
matter, 'it's t-t-too bad that I must g-go, when I'm enjoying m-myself
t-t-tip-top. I wish that lawsuit was in Gu-Guinea.'

Then turning to Ann Eliza he asked how she would get home if he did nut
return.

'Oh, don't trouble about me. I can take care of myself,' Ann Eliza said,
with a bounce up in her chair, which set every loose hair of her frowzy
head to flying.

'M-m-maybe they'll send the ca-carriage,' Billy went on, 'and if they
do-don't, m-may be you can g-go with T-Tom as far as his house, and then
you wo-wont be afraid.'

Tom could have killed the little man for having thus made it impossible
for him not to see his sister safely home. He had fully intended to
forestall Dick, and go with Jerrie if Harold did not come, for though
she had refused him, he wished to keep her as a friend, hoping that in
time she might be led to reconsider. He liked to hear her voice--to look
into her face--to be near her, and the walk in the moonlight, with her
upon his arm, had been something very pleasant to contemplate, and now
it was snatched from him by Billy's ill-advised speech, and old
Peterkin's red