little. And I don't know that my failure to make it out in the least matters!
May 13. Mrs. Ermine turned up to-day at an earlier hour than usual, and I saw as soon as she got into the room that she had something to announce. This time it was not an engagement. "He sent me a bouquet—Boston roses—quite as many as yours! They arrived this morning, before I had finished breakfast." This speech was addressed to me, and Mrs. Ermine looked almost brilliant. Eunice scarcely followed her.
"She is talking about Mr. Caliph," I explained.
Eunice stared a moment; then her face melted into a deep little smile. "He seems to give flowers to every one but to me." I could see that this reflection gave her remarkable pleasure.
"Well, when he gives them, he 's thinking of you," said Mrs. Ermine. "He wants to get us on his side."
"On his side?"
"Oh, yes; some day he will have need of us!" And Mrs. Ermine tried to look sprightly and insinuating. But she is too utterly fade, and I think it is not worth while to talk any more to Eunice just now about her trustee. So, to anticipate Mrs. Ermine, I said to her quickly, but very quietly—
"He sent you flowers simply because you had taken him into your carriage last night. It was an acknowledgment of your great kindness."
She hesitated a moment. "Possibly. We had a charming drive—ever so far down-town." Then,
