To you surely may apply Andre de Chenier's tender lines: "'Au banquet de la vie a peine commence Un instant seulement mes levres out presse La coupe en mes mains encore pleine.' Vale, little Queen! May it be well with thee! Ave atque vale!" Winona glanced anxiously at the clock as with a hard breath she paused for a moment and laid down her pen.

Her theme had taken her so long that she had only ten minutes left for the other questions.

There was no romantic side to be expressed in these, so she scribbled away half-heartedly.

Her uncertain memory, which had readily supplied quotations from Browning or Edgar Allan Poe, struck altogether when asked for such sordid details as the names of the Cabal ministry, or the history of the Long Parliament.

The bell rang, and left her with her paper only half finished.