“Did I do my lesson well?” I heard Adolph ask in a low tone.
“Perfectly,” said Grace, “and I owe you anything you ask for.”
“A kiss, then!” cried the lad, eagerly.
The reward was given.
“Adolph!” I cried; “we are waiting for you.”
Adolph came towards me, and Grace, darting into a room, appeared with a light in her hand. Adolph’s face was scarlet; his eyes were moist and bright.
“The foolish lad,” said Grace to me, with perfect self-possession; “I gave him a kiss, and he blushes like a girl. Do you hear, Sydney?”
“I hear,” said Sydney with a gay laugh. “I am not jealous of Adolph. Good night, dear.”
I call this, Incident Number Two.
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