owned thoughtfully.

"Why, I don't know--I hadn't thought," she answered. "But I reckon
perhaps I like him. He talked quite a little, and he seemed rather nice,
I think--just frank and folksy, you know. Yes, I think I like him. I
think we'll all like him."

"Oh, of course," agreed Harold without enthusiasm, getting suddenly to
his feet. "Well, I suppose we must be going."

"Yes, of course," sighed Genevieve, glancing down at her little
blue-enamel watch; "but it _is_ nice here!"

The homeward walk was somewhat of a silent one. Harold was unusually
quiet, and Genevieve was wondering just how and when peace and happiness
were to reign once more in the Hexagon Club. She was wondering, too, if
ever she could be just the same to Tilly--unless Tilly had first
something to say to her.

As it happened, Genevieve's questions were answered, in a way, before
she slept; for, after she had gone up to bed that night, there came a
ring at the doorbell, followed, a moment later, by a tap at her door.

"It do be a note for you, Miss Genevieve," explained Nancy.

"A note--for me?"

"Yes, Miss; from Miss Tilly, I think. She's down at the door with her
brother."

Genevieve did not answer. Her eyes were devouring the note.

"DEAR GENEVIEVE:--" Tilly had written. "I'm so
ashamed I just can't live till you tell me you
forgive me. I have begged Howard to take me down
there. I know I never, never can sleep till I've
asked your pardon for being so perfectly horrid
this morning. Will you ever, ever forgive and love
me again?

"Your miserable, remorseful
"TILLY.

"P. S. I think what you did was just the bravest,
loveliest thing I ever saw a girl do.

"T. M.

"P. S. again. I'm so late I'm afraid you've gone
to bed; but if you haven't, and if you do forgive
me, come to your window and wave to me. I shall
watch with what Quentina would call soulful,
hungry eyes.

"T."

"That's all right; thank you, Nancy. There isn't any answer," smiled
Genevieve as she closed the door. The next moment she darted across the
room, plucked a great pink aster from the vase on the table, hurried to
the window and threw up the screen.