And yet she said nothing especially remarkable, for Ellen was only a young girl, reared in a little provincial city in common environments.

She would have been a great genius had she more than begun to glimpse the breadth and freedom of the outer world through her paling of life.

She was too young and too unquestioning of what she had learned from her early loves.
"Have you always lived here in Rowe ?" asked Lloyd.
"Yes," said she.

"I was born here, and I have lived here ever since." "And you have never been away ?" "Only once.

Once I went to Dragon Beach and stayed a fortnight with mother." She said this with a visible sense of its importance.
Dragon Beach was some ten miles from Rowe, a cheap seashore place, built up with flimsy summer cottages of factory hands.