It fell upon a little western flower.’
Ah, ah! Alice—now confess—has not this descendant of heroes been saying tender things to you?”
“He has, indeed, talked of love!” said Alice, laughing.
“Oh, excellent!” cried the giddy girl, clapping her hands.
“But alas for your theory, you were the object,” continued Alice.
“Me?”
“Yes, you—and one other—and that other was—can’t you guess?”
“No, Ally dear, you talk in enigmas.”
“Which perhaps this may solve,” and kissing her blushing cheek, Alice placed the note in her hand.
Julia screamed with surprise and pleasure, as she recognized the beloved handwriting. When she looked up her friend had left the room.