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"Carter" I said franticaly. "I think I'd better tell you. I----"

"How about calling him Grosvenor?". he babbled on. "Grosvenor's a good

name. Ted Grosvenor--that ought to hit them between the eyes. It's going

to be rather a lark, Miss Bab!"

And of course just then mother came in, and the Brooks idiot went in

and poured her a cup of tea, with his little finger stuck out at a right

angel, and every time he had a chance he winked at me.

I wanted to die.

When they had all gone home it seemed like a bad dream, the whole thing.

It could not be true. I went upstairs and manacured my nails, which

usually comforts me, and put my hair up like Leila's.

But nothing could calm me. I had made my own Fate, and must lie in it.

And just then Hannah slipped in with a box in her hands and her eyes

frightened.

"Oh, Miss Barbara!" she said. "If your mother sees this!"

I dropped my manacure scizzors, I was so alarmed. But I opened the box,

and clutched the envelope inside. It said "from H----." Then Carter was

right. There was an H after all!

Hannah was rolling her hands in her apron and her eyes were poping out

of her head.

"I just happened to see the boy at the door," she said, with her silly

teeth chattering. "Oh, Miss Barbara, if Patrick had answered the bell!

What shall we do with them?"

"You take them right down the back stairs," I said. "As if it was an

empty box. And put it outside with the waist papers. Quick."

She gathered the thing up, but of course mother had to come in just

then and they met in the doorway. She saw it all in one glance, and she

snatched the card out of my hand.

"From H----!" she read. "Take them out, Hannah, and throw them away. No,

don't do that. Put them on the Servant's table." Then, when the door

had closed, she turned to me. "Just one more ridiculous Episode of this

kind, Barbara," she said, "and you go back to school--Xmas or no Xmas."

I will say this. If she had shown the faintest softness, I'd have told

her the whole thing. But she did not. She looked exactly as gentle as a

macadam pavment. I am one who has to be handled with Gentleness. A

kind word will do anything with me, but harsh treatment only makes me

determined. I then become inflexable as iron.