with. "I'm sorry for your husband when
you get married. You'll keep him busy, all right!"

Hearing the remark, Trenwith grinned, while Eleanor flushed. His look
said pretty plainly that he wouldn't waste any sympathy on the man lucky
enough to marry Eleanor Mercer, and Dolly, catching the look, drew
Bessie aside. Her observation in such matters was amazingly keen.

"Did you see that?" she whispered, excitedly. "Why, Bessie, I do believe
he's fallen in love with her already!"

"Well, I should think he would!" said Bessie, surprisingly. "I wouldn't
think much of any man who didn't! She's the nicest girl I ever saw or
dreamed of seeing."

"Oh, she's all of that," agreed Dolly, loyally. "You can't tell me
anything nice about Miss Eleanor that I haven't found out for myself
long ago. But Mr. Jamieson isn't in love with her--and he's known her
much longer than Mr. Trenwith has."

"That hasn't got anything at all to do with it," declared Bessie.
"People don't have to know one another a long time to fall in
love--though sometimes they don't always know about it themselves right
away. And, besides, I think she and Mr. Jamieson are just like brother
and sister. They're only cousins, of course, but they've sort of grown
up together, and they know one another awfully well."

"You may know more about things like that than I do," agreed Dolly,
dubiously. "But I know this much, anyhow. If I were a man, I'd certainly
be in love with Miss Eleanor, if I knew her at all."

She stopped for a moment to look at Eleanor.

"Better not let her catch us whispering about her," she went on. "She
wouldn't like it a little bit."

"It isn't a nice thing to do anyhow, Dolly. You're perfectly right. I do
think Mr. Trenwith's a nice man. Maybe he's good enough for her. But I
think I'll always like Mr. Jamieson better, because he's been so nice to
us from the very start, when he knew that we couldn't pay him, the way
people usually do lawyers who work so hard for them."

"He certainly is a nice man, Bessie. But then so is Mr. Trenwith."

"Look out, Dolly!" cautioned Bessie, with a low laugh. "You'll be
getting jealous and losing your temper first thing you know."

"Oh, I guess not. Talking about losing one's temper, I wonder if Gladys
Cooper is still mad at us?"

"Oh, I hope not! That was sort of funny, wasn't it, as well as
unpleasant? Why do you suppose she was so angry, and got the other girls
in their camp at Lake Dean to hating us so