directory; he would consult that.
And so doing he found Greys innumerable--some in elegant, spacious
dwellings, some in the business thoroughfares of the place. The young
ladies of the first mentioned, he thought, living in fashionable life,
surrounded by many admirers, would scarcely think of bestowing any token
of regard or appreciation on a poor unknown student. The next would have
but little time to devote to such things; and time and thought were both
spent in the arrangement of his bouquet. Among the long list of Greys he
found one that attracted him more than all the others--a widow, living
in a quiet part of the city, quite near his daily route. So he sought
and found the place and exact number. Fortune favored him. Standing at
the door of a neat little frame cottage he beheld a young girl talking
with two little children. She was not the blue-eyed, golden-haired girl
of his dreams, but a sweet, earnest dove-eyed darling. And what care he,
whether her eyes were blue or brown, if her name were only Annie? Oh,
how could he find out that?

She was bidding the little ones "goodbye." They were off from her, on
the sidewalk, when the elder child--a bright, laughing boy of five--sang
out, kissing his little dimpled hand:

"Good-bye, Annie, darling!"

Edgar Roberts felt as if he would like to clasp the little fellow to the
heart he had relieved of all anxiety. No longer a doubt was in his mind.
He had found his Annie Grey.

From that afternoon, twice every day he passed the cottage of the widow
Grey, frequently seeing sweet Annie. This, however, was his only reward.
She never seemed at all conscious of his presence. Often her eyes would
glance carelessly toward him. Oftener they were never raised from her
work. Sewing by the window, she always was.

What next? How to proceed, on his fixed determination of winning her, if
possible?

Another bright thought. He felt pretty sure she attended church
somewhere; perhaps had a class in the Sabbath school. So the next Sunday
morning, at an early hour, he was commanding a view of Annie's home.
When the school bells commenced to ring, he grew very anxious. A few
moments, and the door opened and the object of his thoughts stepped
forth. How beautiful she looked in her pretty white suit! Now Edgar felt
his cause was in the ascendancy. Some distance behind, and on the other
side of the street, he followed, ever keeping her in view until he saw
her enter a not far distant chur