on Sunday mornings when their music rang out from belfry and tower.

It was worth having the churches for more than the bells. But it was
useless to argue with Nancy. Her morals and Anthony's were
irreproachable. That is, from the modern point of view. They played
cards for small stakes, drank when they pleased, and, as I have
indicated, Nancy smoked. She was, also, not unkissed when Anthony asked
her to marry him. These were not the ideals of my girlhood, but Anthony
and Nancy felt that such small vices as they cultivated saved them from
the narrow-mindedness of their forebears.

"Anthony and I are going for a walk," she said. "I will bring you some
flowers for your bowls, Elizabeth."

It was just then that the yacht steamed into the harbor--majestically,
like a slow-moving swan. I picked out the name with my sea-glasses, _The
Viking_.

I handed the glasses to Nancy. "Never heard of it," she said. "Did you?"

"No," I answered. Most of the craft which came in were familiar, and I
welcomed them each year.

"Some new-rich person probably," Nancy decided. "Ducky, I have a feeling
that the owner of _The Viking_ bought it from the proceeds of pills or
headache powders."

"Or pork."

I am not sure that Nancy and I were justified in our disdain--whale-oil