and trying to fulfill all his expectations."

"Thought you wanted to go out to the Alameda Ranch with Uncle Hal more
than anything in the world, a little while ago. You're the original
weather-vane, Kit."

"Well, I wouldn't give a snap of my finger for a person who couldn't face
new emergencies and feel within them the surge of--of----"

"Don't declaim in the family circle, Kit. We admit the surge, but would
you really and truly be willing to go to this place? I don't even know
what state it's in."

"The Lady Jean is forgetful of her mythology," chanted Kit. "Delphi is in
Greece, somewhere near Delos, and I don't think it's so very far from the
grove where Atalanta took refuge before she ran her races."

Helen glanced up in her absent-minded way.

"Delphi?" she said, musingly. "Wasn't that the place where they used to
put a tripod over a rift in the rock and a veiled priestess sat down and
waited for Apollo's message to come to her? We had that up at school when
we took up Greece."

"I shall take a milking stool out with me," said Kit, promptly, "and if
the situation is not already filled, I shall be the veiled priestess of
Delphi."

There was a footstep in the long hallway, and the mother bird came in from
the kitchen. The kitchen at Maple Lawn still bore the stamp of Cousin