TINY LOSES HER ROSE! 139

he had departed without bidding her adieu,
which would naturally have hurt her feel-
ings; but he comes up to the carriage door
and stands there beside Father talking a
minute, until someone else’s carriage being
called for, Father steps in, and Mr, Greenway,
leaning across him, gives Tiny’s hand a
squeeze which brings the colour back to her
face.

I notice, as he shakes hands with me, that
he has a lovely red rose in his button-hole
which I do not remember seeing there be-
fore. I glance at Tiny’s dress—yes! it is as
I thought; the rose she wore but half an
hour ago is no longer there, and Mr. Green-
way is evidently the happy possessor of it.

“How can she be so silly!” I think to
myself; “Father is certain to notice it, and
whatever will he say to her!”

Sure enough, he turns towards her the
instant we have started, and says: “Tiny,
what has become of your rose?”

“T lost it in the gardens, Father,” replies
Tiny, promptly; but her face flushes scarlet