"The old Colonel advised me to.

He said I must live awhile--have some experiences that go deeper than the carefree existence I have been living, before I can write anything worth while.

I am sure he is right." When Mary had heard all that Betty could remember to tell, she took her departure, carrying the picture and the nail on which to hang it.

She wanted to show it to Ethelinda, she was so proud of it, but heroically refrained.

Early as it was Ethelinda was undressing.
Mary had intended to do many things before bed-time, write in her journal, mend the rip in her skirt, start a letter to Jack, and maybe make some break in the wall of reserve which Ethelinda still kept persistently between them.