wake some time trying to think it out," she said.

"Think out what?" he asked, with a feeble affectation of ignorance. He
was entirely at loss what course to take with her.

"Why, what it was that we came here to have me forget," she said,
sharply. "You needn't think the doctor made quite a fool of me. It was
something like hewing, harring, Howard. It was something that began with
'H,' I'm quite sure. 'H,'" she continued, thoughtfully, pressing her hand
on the braid she was yet in the act of pushing back from her forehead.
"'H,'--or maybe--'K.' Tell me, Henry. You must know, of course."

"Why--why," he stammered in consternation. "If you came here to forget
it, what's the use of telling you, now you've forgotten it, that is--I
mean, supposing there was anything to forget."

"I haven't forgotten it," she declared. "The process has been a failure
anyhow. It's just puzzled me for a minute. You might as well tell me.
Why, I've almost got it now. I shall remember it in a minute," and she
looked up at him as if she were on the point of being vexed with his
obstinacy. The doctor coming into the room at this moment, Henry turned
to him in his perplexity, and said--

"Doctor, she wants to know what it was you tried to make her forget."

"What would you say if I told you it was an old love affair?" replied the
doctor, coolly.

"I should say that you were rather impertinent," answered Madeline,
looking at him somewhat haughtily.

"I beg your pardon. I beg your pardon, my dear. You do well to resent it,
but I trust you will not be vexed with an old gentleman," replied the
doctor, beaming on her from under his bushy eyebrows with an expression
of gloating benevolence.

"I suppose, doctor, you were only trying to plague me so as to confuse
me," she said, smiling. "But you can't do it. I shall remember presently.
It began with 'H'--I am almost sure of that. Let's see--Harrington,
Harvard. That's like it."

"Harrison Cordis, perhaps," suggested the doctor, gravely.

"Harrison Cordis? Harrison? Harrison?" she repeated, contracting her
eyebrows thoughtfully; "no, it was more like Harvard. I don't want any
more of your suggestions. You'd like to get me off the track."

The doctor left the room, laughing, and Henry said to her, his heart
swelling with an exultation which made his voice husky, "Come, dear, we
had better go now: the train leaves at four."

"I'll remember yet," she said, smiling at him with a saucy toss of the