To be sure Mary's dress did not trail, and she was not tall and willowy outwardly, but it made no difference as long as she could _feel_ that she was.

For a long time she walked slowly back and forth along the river path, pausing now and then to look up at the great castle-like building above her.

She had never seen one before so suggestive of old-world grandeur.

Already it was giving her more than she would find inside in its text-books.

Peculiarly susceptible to surroundings, she unconsciously held herself more erect, as if such a stately habitation demanded it of her.