dated from the Conquest. So the colonial "Rose Farm" became "Rose Manor"
in remembrance of the ancestral domain, and the claim of the Roses to noble
blood was established--in their own minds at least.

Gregory took up one of the white, crested sheets; but on deeper reflection
he determined to take a pink one, as more suitable to the state of his
feelings. He began:

"Kopje Alone,
"Monday afternoon.

"My Dear Jemima--"

Then he looked up into the little glass opposite. It was a youthful face
reflected there, with curling brown beard and hair; but in the dark blue
eyes there was a look of languid longing that touched him. He re-dipped
his pen and wrote:

"When I look up into the little glass that hangs opposite me, I wonder if
that changed and sad face--"

Here he sat still and reflected. It sounded almost as if he might be
conceited or unmanly to be looking at his own face in the glass. No, that
would not do. So he looked for another pink sheet and began again.

"Kopje Alone,
"Monday afternoon.

"Dear Sister,--It is hardly six months since I left you to come to this
spot, yet could you now see me I know what you would say, I know what