The creature, with all her faults and charms, is there to speak for herself--and if you, my friend, who are reading this tale on a summer's day do not feel you want to hear any more of what happened to these two young things, by all means put down the book and go your way! So let us get back to Mr.Arranstoun's sitting-room and the June afternoon, and we shall hear Miss Delburg saying, in her childish voice of joy: "Nothing could be better--I always did like doing mad things.

It will be the greatest fun! Think of their faces when I prance in and say I am married! Then I will snap my fingers at them and go off and see the world." Michael knelt upon a low old _prie dieu_ which was near, and looked into her face--while he asked, whimsically: "I do wonder where you will begin." Miss Delburg now sat upon the edge of the table; this was a grave question and must be answered at leisure, though without indecision.
"Oh, I know," she announced.

"There was my great friend, Moravia Cloudwater, at the Convent.

She was older than me, and went to Paris with her father and married an Italian prince last year.

I have heard from her since, and she has often wanted me to go and stay with her in Rome--and I shall now.