it was easy to see the state of his mind, and as we are all making but a temporary stay here, these other young men saw that they must act quickly, or not at all.  This, while it was very amusing, was also a little annoying, and I should greatly have preferred slower and more deliberate movements on the part of these young men.  But all my feelings changed when my father’s letter came to me.  I was glad then that they had proposed already.”

“That is certainly honest,” said Mr. Tom.

“Of course it is honest,” replied Olive.  “I am here to speak honestly if I speak at all.  Now, don’t you see that if under these peculiar circumstances one eligible young man had proposed to me I ought to have considered myself fortunate?  Now here are three to choose from.  Do you not agree with me that it is my duty to try to choose the best one of them, and not to discourage any until I feel very certain about my choice?”

“That is business-like,” said Mr. Easterfield; “but do you love any one of them?”

“No, I don’t,” answered Olive, “except that there is a feeling in that direction in the case of Mr. Hemphill.  I suppose Mrs. Easterfield has told you that when I was a schoolgirl I was deeply in love with him; and now, when I think of those old times, I believe it would not be impossible for those old sentiments to return.  So there really is a tie between him and me; even though it be a slight one; which does not exist at all between me and any one of the others.”

For a moment neither of them spoke.  “That is very bad, young woman,” thought Mr. Tom.  “A slight tie like that is apt to grow thick and strong suddenly.”  But he could not discourse about Mr. Hemphill; he knew that would be very dangerous.  He would have to be considered, however, and much more seriously than he had supposed.

“Well,” said he, “I will tell you this:  if I were a young man, unmarried, and on a visit to Broadstone at this time, I should not like to be treated as you are treating the young men who are here.  It is all very well for a young woman to look after herself and her own interests, but I should be very sorry to have my fate depend upon the merits of other people.  I may not be correct, but I am afraid I should feel I was being flirted with.”

“Well, then,” said Olive, giving a quick, forward motion on the bench, “you think I ought to settle this matter immediately, and relieve myself at once from the imputation of trifling with earnest affection?”

“Oh, no, no, no!” cried Mrs. Easterfield.  “Not at all!  Don’t do anything rash!”

Olive leaned back on the bench, and laughed heartily.  “There is so much excellent advice in this world,” she said, “which is not intended to be used.  However, it is valuable all the same.  And now, sir, what is it you would like me to do?  Something plain; intended for every-day use.”

Mr. Tom leaned forward, his elbows on his knees.  “It does not appear to me,” he said, “that you have told me very much I did not know before, for Mrs. Easterfield put the matter very plainly before me.”