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Rh "Is it all made up, Jim?" asked Nell, anxiously.

"Not quite, little sister," smiling at her.

"Oh, but it must be! It's all wrong, dear, for us to be separated this way. Tell him so, father!" turning appealingly to the invalid.

"He refused my overtures," said Mr. Everton, testily.

"Oh, no!" laughed Jim; "he refused my sweetheart."

The girls clapped their hands gleefully.

"We've heard all about it, in the town," said one. "Oh, Jim, you lucky boy!"

"And whom do you think it is, Dad?" asked the other eagerly, as she seated herself beside her father's chair.

"I don't know; and Jim don't know."

"But we know! She's an old friend of ours. We knew her at Wellesley,