"Tell me a little, my dear," she said.

"There was not a great deal about it in your letters." Her niece glanced dreamily into the sinking fire as though she would call up the pictures there.

"But you know it all--the life I have only had glimpses of.

Well, for the first few months I almost lost my head, and was swung right off my feet by the whirl of it.

It was then I was, perhaps, just a trifle thoughtless." The white-haired lady laughed softly.