life. But, Mr. Bassett, do tell me about Tom and Jerry; and how the pine woods look now the snow has come. I wish I could see Deerway in the winter."
Then John told her about Tom and Jerry, and about the pine-trees, with great avalanches of snow on their lower branches, and about the sledding, and sugaring-time, which would soon come; and before he knew it, it was already dark and time to go. As he rose, Fanny exclaimed:—
"Oh, let me give you some flowers, Mr. Bassett; come into the green-house."
Very ruthlessly, Fanny Lane cut the rare flowers, not even sparing the tremulous and spiritual orchids, of which she had a few. Putting the fragrant and beautiful mass of bloom into a basket which stood on the table, she said, with a sudden impulse:—
"Give some of these to that pretty little Miss Wilder I saw in Deerway, the one that sings in the choir. She lives near you, does n't she?"
"Oh, yes;" said John, "she is just like my sister; she is very fond of flowers."
"She has one of the very sweetest faces I ever saw," said Fanny, earnestly; "I never have forgotten it."
John looked a little astonished. He did not know that Molly's face was sweet; but he knew that she was.
"Molly 's a very sweet, good girl," he said
