"I did not take it. The judges gave it to me. The contest was open to any pretty girl, rich or poor," Liane answered gently.
Granny looked as if she could spring upon the girl and rend her limb from limb, so bitter was her rage. She moved about the room, clinching her hands in fury, whispering maledictions to herself, but again Liane forgot to notice her, she was so absorbed in her own troubles.
She had dreamed a fleeting dream of love and bliss, and the awakening was cruel!
"I have been vain, foolish, to dream he loved me because he sent me a few roses and offered to walk home with me that night. He was only amusing himself," she thought, shrinking in pain from the cruel truth.
[CHAPTER XIX.]
WHAT DOLLY TOLD.
Seven weeks slipped uneventfully away.
The bright, cool days of October gave place to dreary, drizzly, bleak November.