"Certainly," she answered, carelessly, to hide a certain girlish pique, while Walter said, gaily:
"You are too dignified to get down to the level of Violet's understanding, Val. Let me explain. He means, in college parlance, sis, that Miss Meredith has a taking way with her."
"Thank you; I quite understand," said Violet, with dignity.
She went out of the room, and the subject was not resumed.
There had been some talk of their going over to the farm to bid Miss Meredith adieu, but the project was tacitly dropped.
They returned to college that night, but without seeing Jaquelina.
One week afterward a huge box of books was forwarded to the girl, over which she went almost wild with joy.
All the best of the poets, ancient and modern, were there, in fine and elegant bindings, and profusely illustrated. In the first volume she opened was a card.
"The compliments of Ronald Valchester."
Jaquelina studied the beautiful chirography of the student admiringly for awhile; then she laid it away with the withered passion-flowers in the box with her dead mother's jewelry.