nurse declared. "Her papa'll think the same I do about it. You see if he doesn't say she's purely and simply a vision."
Adams did not fulfil the prediction quite literally when Alice paid a brief visit to his room to "show" him and bid him good-night; but he chuckled feebly. "Well, well, well!" he said. "You look might fine—mighty fine!" And he waggled a bony finger at her two bouquets. "Why, Alice, who's your beau?"
"Never you mind!" she laughed, archly brushing his nose with the violets in her hand. "He treats me pretty well, doesn't he?"
"Must like to throw his money around! These violets smell mighty sweet, and they ought to, if they're going to a party with you. Have a good time, dearie."
"I mean to!" she cried; and she repeated this gaily, but with an emphasis expressing sharp determination as she left him. "I mean to!"
"What was he talking about?" her mother inquired, smoothing the rather worn and old evening wrap she had placed on Alice's bed. "What were you telling him you 'mean to?'"
Alice went back to her triple mirror for the last
