"THE KING'S CALL" Left to herself in the room which she was to occupy for the year, Mary stood looking around with the keen interest of an explorer.

It was a pleasant room, with two windows looking out over the river and two over the garden.

To an ordinary observer it had no claim to superiority over the other apartments, but to Mary it was a sort of shrine.

Here in the low chair by the window her Princess Winsome had sat to read and study and dream all through her school days.
Here was the mirror that had caught her passing reflection so often, that it still seemed to hold a thousand shadowy semblances of her in its shining depths.

Only the June before (three short months ago) she had stood in front of it in all the glory of her Commencement gown.
Mary crossed the room on tiptoe, smiling at the recollection of one of her early make-believes.