"Dear me!" said she, "I do most earnestly hope that time may come.

But we are leaving it all behind us, and whether we will ever hear of it again nobody knows." One hour after this Edna and Mrs.Cliff were standing on the deck of the Mary Bartlett, watching the plateau of the great stone face as it slowly sank into the horizon.
"Edna," said the elder lady, "I have liked you ever since I have known you, and I expect to like you as long as I live, but I must say that, for an intelligent person, you have the most colorless character I have ever seen.

Whatever comes to pass, you receive it as quietly and calmly as if it were just what you expected and what you happened to want, and yet, as long as I have known you, you have not had anything you wanted." "You are mistaken there," said Edna.

"I have got something I want." "And what may that be ?" asked the other.
"Captain Horn," said Edna.
Mrs.Cliff laughed a little scornfully.

"If you are ever going to get any color out of your possession of him," she said, "he's got to very much change the style of his letter-writing.