Her history had seemed too full of change to be reality.

For the future she made no plans.

It seemed to her to be her fate ever to be an alien, a looker-on.

The roses drooped across her lattice, and the blue grass stood cool and soft and deep beyond her window, and the kind air carried the croon of the wooing mocking bird; yet there persisted in her brain the picture of a wide, gray land, with the sound of an urgent wind singing in the short, tufted grasses, and the breath of a summons ever on the air.

Out there upon the Plains it had been ever morning.
Here life seemed ever sinking toward its evening-tide.
This old family and the family house were accepted unquestioningly by the quiet Southern community now, as they had ever been, as a part of the aristocracy of the land, and as appurtenances there-to.