One would become a very idle sort of being almost at once." "And I am glad you agree with me, Miss Wishart.

'Here is the shore, and the far wide world's before me,' as the song says.

There is little doing in these uplands, but there's a vast deal astir up and down the earth, and it would be a pity not to have a hand in it." Then he stopped suddenly, for at that moment the light and colour went out of his picture of the wanderer's life, and he saw instead a homelier scene-a dainty figure moving about the house, sitting at his table's head, growing old with him in the fellowship of years.

For a moment he felt the charm of the red hearth and the quiet life.

Some such sketch must the Goddess of Home have drawn for Ulysses or the wandering Olaf, and if Swanhild or the true Penelope were as pretty as this lady of the rock there was credit in the renunciation.