How grateful she was all through
those melancholy autumn days that she
had a large school to absorb her
thoughts. She was having a long and
hard fight with her own feelings, and
imagined she had conquered them
when Thanksgiving time drew near
and her brother announced he would
run up and spend the day with her.
She almost cried for joy at the news,
for proud spirited Alice Page was feel
ing very heart hungry when the letter
came. Albert was just a little surpris
ed at her vehement welcome.
"Oh, I have been so lonesome, Ber
tie," she said when they were alone,
"and the evenings drag by so slowly!
Then you do not write me as often or
such nice letters'as formerly, and Aunt
Susan never seems to notice that I am
blue. If it were not for my school I
should, go crazy, I think."
"I am very busy these days, sis,"
Albert replied, "and my mind is all
taken up with work. Mr. Nason's
business is increasing, and I have many
clients besides him." Then he added,
"How-did you like Blanch NasonV"
"Oh, she was very nice," replied
Alice coolly, "and if she were a poor
girl and lived here I could easily learn
to love her. As it is, it is useless for
me to think of her as a friend. It was
good of her to pay me a visit, though,
and I enj6yed every minute of it."
"And what about Frank? Did he
not say a lot of sweet things to you?"
Alice colored.
