I know those towers now, and I look for them wherever I go.

I love them.

It makes me see all over again the roses--and her." "You mean--Miss Holbrook ?" The voice was so different from the genial tones that he had heard before that David looked up in surprise.
"Yes; she said that was her name," he answered, wondering at the indefinable change that had come to the man's face.
There was a moment's pause, then the man rose to his feet.
"How's your head?
Does it ache ?" he asked briskly.
"Not much--some.

I--I think I'll be going," replied David, a little awkwardly, reaching for his violin, and unconsciously showing by his manner the sudden chill in the atmosphere.
The little girl spoke then.

She overwhelmed him again with thanks, and pointed to the contented kitten on the window sill.