on one and let the others alone."

Polly had acquired a good deal of married wisdom, and she really did
love Cynthia. Ben loved her, too.

"But suppose I didn't want any of them?" and Cynthia tried to laugh, but
it was a poor shadowy attempt.

"Oh, nonsense! You don't mean to be an old maid. No girl does. But it is
time you stopped playing fast and loose with hearts. Now there's Ben.
You know he's loved you this long while. And we all like you so. Last
fall he quite gave up and went to see Jenny Willing. She'll make a good
wife and she's a nice girl, though she hasn't your fortune. Mother's
been trying to make him believe that you are looking higher."

"Oh, Polly--I never scarcely think of my fortune," Cynthia interrupted,
her face full of distressful color.

"Well, I'm not saying that you do. Ben's getting along first-rate. He
has a college degree and father isn't poor. I know several girls who
would jump at a chance for him. Of course, we would _all_ rather have
you. Then at Avis Manning's party you gave him the sweetest of your
smiles, and lured him back."

Oh, she recalled it with a kind of shame. It was to keep off Archie
Turner and Mr. Saltonstall. And then for a while he had grown
troublesome. If they could be merely friends!

"The thing is just here, Cynthia. I know I'm speaking plainly and you
may get angry. If you don't want Ben, let him alone. A young man begins
to think of a home and a wife of his own, and when he likes a girl very
much--yes, I will say it, she can make or mar. She can take him away
from some other nice girl. And people now are beginning to say you are a
flirt. I think Jenny will make Ben a nice wife, and if you don't want
him----"

"Oh, Polly, I don't want any of them. You can't think how delightful
life is with Cousin Chilian. I couldn't be as happy anywhere else, or
with any other person. I can't make myself fall in love as all of you
girls have, and think this one or that one perfect. Something must be
wrong with me. And I'm very sorry. I'm not a bit jealous when they take
to other girls. Why, I'd be glad to be Jenny's bridesmaid if she wanted
me to."

Cynthia paused and mopped the tears from her cheeks. Polly was a little
subdued. Cynthia was taking this so meekly. But she said rather
spitefully, "You had better marry Mr. Leverett."

Ah, Polly, it was a dangerous seed to fling at a young girl. And it
dropped on a bit of out of the way fruitful soil.

Cynthia rose quietly.