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Ailsa, in that child's eyes--or in her features somewhere, somehow, I see--I feel a--a sadness, somehow--like the gravity of expe'ience, the _something_ that wisdom brings to the ve'y young too early.

It is odd, isn't it." "Letty is a strange, gentle little thing.

I've often wondered----" "What, Honey-bee ?" "I--don't know," said Ailsa vaguely.

"It is not natural that a happy woman should be so solemnly affectionate to another.