vanity that was in him; and so, instead of winning him, it only "set

him up" the more and made him the more diligent to avoid betraying that

he knew she was about. Presently she gave over skylarking, and moved

irresolutely about, sighing once or twice and glancing furtively and

wistfully toward Tom. Then she observed that now Tom was talking more

particularly to Amy Lawrence than to any one else. She felt a sharp

pang and grew disturbed and uneasy at once. She tried to go away, but

her feet were treacherous, and carried her to the group instead. She

said to a girl almost at Tom's elbow--with sham vivacity:

Why, Mary Austin! you bad girl, why didn't you come to Sunday-school?"

I did come--didn't you see me?"

Why, no! Did you? Where did you sit?"

I was in Miss Peters' class, where I always go. I saw YOU."

Did you? Why, it's funny I didn't see you. I wanted to tell you about

the picnic."

"Oh, that's jolly. Who's going to give it?"

"My ma's going to let me have one."

"Oh, goody; I hope she'll let ME come."

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