like her astral body which presided at the club.

As for her unmarried sister Janet, who was older
and had graduated from a young ladies' seminary
instead of a college, whose early fancy had been
guided into the lady-like ways of antimacassars and
pincushions and wax flowers under glass shades,
she was a straighter proposition. No astral pre-
tensions had Janet. She stayed, body and soul to-
gether, in the old ways, and did not even project
her shadow out of them. There is seldom room
enough for one's shadow in one's earliest way of
life, but there was plenty for Janet's. There had
been a Janet unmarried in every Trumbull family
for generations. That in some subtle fashion ac-
counted for her remaining single. There had also
been an unmarried Jonathan Trumbull, and that
accounted for Johnny's old bachelor uncle Jonathan.
Jonathan was a retired clergyman. He had retired
before he had preached long, because of doctrinal
doubts, which were hereditary. He had a little,
dark study in Johnny's father's house, which was
the old Trumbull homestead, and he passed much
of his time there, debating within himself that mat-
ter of doctrines.

Presently Johnny, assiduously kicking up dust,
met his uncle Jonathan, who passed without the
slightest notice. Johnny did not mind at all. He
was used to it. Presently his own father appeared,