heard it while she said: "No; I'm sorry. I really can't. I'm never going to marry. I hope you'll find some one you'll like much more than me!" 

 And they had all said they never would, which is the way with young men.... Cecilia had believed the first one, then life had taught her the quick healing of some hearts, and she had smiled a little when the rest said it. 

 That smile was always the undoing. They usually kissed the hem of her dress, and swore to shoot themselves, and Cecilia would whisper: "Oh, please! Some one will see you!" or, "Oh, please! Some one might hear you!" whichever the case might be. Then they always kissed her hand and went away, and Cecilia would sigh and say, "Well, I suppose that means an awfully nice wedding present soon, to show that I'm not put out!" 

 Sometimes she wondered if K. Stuyvesant Twombly were living, and if so, where? Then she often decided not to think of him, because it was too childish.... And then she would discover that every life must have its fairy tale, and that he was hers....  "Home!" said Mrs. Aliston, with a sigh of relief.  "Oh, my poor body!  'My little body is a-weary of this world.'  Who said that, Cecilia? Bernard Shaw? or Arnold Bennett?" 

 "No," answered Cecilia, "I think it's in the Bible, but I can't just remember." 

 A groom stepped forward to lead Clara away to her boudoir and dinner. Cecilia went into the cool house to write her father on a small typewriter she carried for that purpose, Jeremiah being "partial to print." 

 Outside the grey of the English twilight crept slowly near.... Everything was peaceful,—quiet. America were far away. 

 The person suitable for Cecilia's chaperon was found. She was very correct, had several chins, and was well connected. She came from Boston and mentioned this fact in a hushed tone. On talking with her, Cecilia felt as she had in the first few months of boarding school—chilled, and alone. 

 This morning was the one before they sailed. Miss Hutchinson had wished to go to Westminster for a last look.  "You will come with me?" she had asked of Cecilia. The question had really been a statement. Cecilia replied that she would be charmed to go. She went to get a broad hat that entirely eclipsed one eye. 

 The sun was faintly present.  "It is fine," said Miss Hutchinson, who spoke English whenever she remembered it, to show that 

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