On the next evening, Dr. Latimer rang the bell and was answered by Harry, who ushered him into the parlor, and then came back to the sitting-room, saying, "Iola, Dr. Latimer has called to see you."
"Has he?" answered Iola, a glad light coming into her eyes. "Come, Lucille, let us go into the parlor."
"Oh, no," interposed Harry, shrugging his shoulders and catching Lucille's hand. "He didn't ask for you. When we went to the concert we were told three's a crowd. And I say one good turn deserves another."
"Oh, Harry, you are so full of nonsense. Let Lucille go!" said Iola.
"Indeed I will not. I want to have a good time as well as you," said Harry.
"Oh, you're the most nonsensical man I know," interposed Miss Delany. Yet she stayed with Harry.
"You're looking very bright and happy," said Dr. Latimer to Iola, as she entered.
"My ride in the park was so refreshing! I enjoyed it so much! The day was so lovely, the air delicious, the birds sang so sweetly, and the sunset was so magnificent."
"I am glad of it. Why, Iola, your home is so happy your heart should be as light as a school-girl's."
"Doctor," she replied, "I must be prematurely old. I have scarcely known what it is to be light-hearted since my father's death."
"I know it, darling," he answered, seating himself beside her, and drawing her to him. "You have been tried in the fire, but are you not better for the crucial test?"
"Doctor," she replied, "as we rode along yesterday, |