You see, I'm mad on books, and this work of mine is a labour of love; the very touch of some of these old volumes thrills me.

And there are so many of them; sometimes I feel that I shall never get through my task, if I live to be ninety." "You'll soon look like ninety, my dear, if you don't take more exercise," observed Mrs.Dexter, wisely.

"I am sure his lordship would be grieved if he knew you were working so hard.

Now, come, take Roddy and go for a long walk; or perhaps you would rather drive ?" Celia declared that she preferred a walk, and a little later she started out, somewhat reluctantly, with Roddy close at her heels.

It was a delicious morning; the feeling of the coming summer was in the air, the larks were singing joyously above the moorland, as if they, too, were revelling in the bright sunlight, the clean, keen air, the scent of the gorse with which it was perfumed.