"Oh, the little boy I had to weed my garden! A good little boy,"
Camilla said.

Lucina winced a little. She did not quite like Jerome to be spoken of
in that mildly reminiscent way. "He's grown up now, you know, Aunt
Camilla," said she.

"Yes, my dear, and he is as good a young man as he was a boy, I
hear."

"Father speaks very highly of him," said Lucina, with a soft tremor
and mounting of color, to which her aunt responded sensitively.

People said that Camilla Merritt had never had a lover, but the same
wind can strike the same face of the heart.

"I have heard him very highly spoken of," she agreed; and there was a
betraying quiver in her voice also.

"We had plum-cake, and tea in the pink cups--don't you remember, Aunt
Camilla?"

"So many times we had them--did we not, dear?"

"Yes, but that one time?"

"I fear that I cannot distinguish that time from the others, dear."

There was a pause. Lucina took a few more stitches on her embroidery.
Miss Camilla poised her gold pencil reflectively over her portfolio.
"Aunt Camilla," said Lucina then.

"Well, dear?"

"I have been thinking how pleasant it would be to have another little
tea-party, here in the arbor; would you have any objections?"

"My dear Lucina!" cried Miss Camilla, and looked at her niece with
gentle delight at the suggestion.

The early situation was not reversed, for Lucina still admired and
revered her aunt as the realization of her farthest ideal of
ladyhood, but Miss Camilla fully reciprocated. The pride in her heart
for her beautiful niece was stronger than any which she had ever felt
for herself. She pictured Lucina instead of herself to her fancy; she
seemed to almost see Lucina's face instead of her own in her
looking-glass. When it came to giving Lucina a pleasure, she gave
twofold.

"Thank you, Aunt Camilla," said Lucina, delightedly, and yet with a
little confusion. She felt very guilty--still, how could she tell her
aunt all her reasons for wishing the party?

"Shall we have your father and mother, or only young people, dear?"
asked Miss Camilla.

"Only young people, I think, aunt. Mother comes any time, and as for
father, he would rather go fishing."

"You would like the Edwards boy, since he came so long ago?"

"Yes, I think so, aunt."

"He is poor, and works hard, and has not been in fine company much, I
presume, but that is nothing against him. He will enjoy it all the
more, if he is not too shy. You do not thin