82 MADGE’S MISTAKE,

“You don’t suppose, do you, that I am
going to announce my intention publicly;
if you do, you're a greater goose than I took
you for.”

My dignity rises at these unhandsome
remarks, and I say with great coolness:

“Oh! well, do as you like; I am going to
work, or read, or something; so good-bye for
the present,” and I turned towards the door
with my head in the air.

. “Whe—w—!” whistles Jack; “now, don’t
be a donkey, Madge; will you come, or will
you not?”

I have remorse instantly for showing my
temper, and, going back to the window, I
say, “All right—I’ll come soon; but I’ve got
something to do first.”

Jack is satisfied and retires, and I stand
considering what will be my best move.

Having made up my mind, I bound out
of the room, down the stairs, and into the
drawing-room. Miss Montgomery is stand-
ing looking at the unfortunate roses, which
are now in water, but well out of sight