That really is the best of all, and I'm going to make so much out of my opportunities this year, that he'll feel repaid for all he's done for me, and be glad and proud that he could do it." Filling another page with an account of her journey and her impressions of the place, Mary closed her journal with a sigh of relief that the long-neglected entry had been made.

Then she leaned back on the rustic bench and gave herself up to the enjoyment of her surroundings.

The fountain splashed softly.

A lazy breeze stirred the vines, and fanned her face.

Far below, the shining Potomac took its slow way to the sea between its lines of drooping willows.