You should find no masquerade, but one fair and shining." Frona was up to her old trick,--their common one,--and her hand slid down Lucile's arm till hand clasped in hand.

"You say things which I feel are wrong, yet may not answer.

I can, but how dare I?
I dare not put mere thoughts against your facts.

I, who have lived so little, cannot in theory give the lie to you who have lived so much--" "'For he who lives more lives than one, more lives than one must die.'" From out of her pain, Lucile spoke the words of her pain, and Frona, throwing arms about her, sobbed on her breast in understanding.

As for Lucile, the slight nervous ingathering of the brows above her eyes smoothed out, and she pressed the kiss of motherhood, lightly and secretly, on the other's hair.