Trif and Trixy. Habberton John

papa said a look at Harry Trewman's face was the best medicine you could have."

      Fenie burst into tears, upon which Trif hurried to her, but Fenie continued to weep, and for so long that Trif wept too, after which Trixy sobbed pitifully.

      "Papa said it, and she's had the look, and it ain't done her no good, for she's cryin' like ev'rythin', and I worked so hard to give it to her, and gave up a dolly to get it, and then he came himself, and that made her cry more than ever."

      "Oh, Trif," exclaimed Fenie. "He met me so coldly—and after what he wrote on his picture, too! Do you suppose he was jealous of the company he saw me in?"

      "Did Harry write you somethin' on a picture, Aunt Fee?" asked Trixy.

      "Yes, he—; but you mustn't ask questions about things that don't concern you, Trixy."

      "Oh, I won't, but I just wanted to know——"

      "But you mustn't want to know what——"

      "But——"

      "Sh—h—!" Don't ever mention the subject to me again. Promise me, this instant!"

      "Sister," protested Trif, "you don't yet know how that picture came to you."

      I don't want to know anything about the picture, or him, or about——"

      "Then I shan't tell you, or ask you, or anythin'," said Trixy, with a sob that would have softened any heart but that of a young woman who thought she had been treated coldly by the man whom she thought she might learn to love.